To Understand Misanthropes
Passing bloody tattered fields,
Someone lost their faith.
Gases flood the battlefield,
As do tidal graves.
People didn't die that day;
They flailed around and drowned.
Pupils: faded slowly and
Gargling: the sound.
If you had seen
What he had seen--
Had seen the terror
And despair,
If you had seen
Those eyes he'd seen;
Hand grasping him
For air...
Why can't this man
Bear itself?
If you saw how man
Could tear itself,
Then you would know why.
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