A Different Kind Of Monster
As we hurl insults and accusations,
They who fearlessly swore to protect
Stare at death amidst hellfire.
As we try to pretend and comprehend,
They who bravely fought to live
Run from monsters in man's clothings.
While we continue to look in the past
They struggle in the present
Praying to their gods for a future.
Who are we to say what is right?
Who are we to decide what is wrong?
We let the past haunt us,
Chain us, preventing us to move on.
Making us fear our very own shadows.
We know nothing of their fear.
Their pain. Their suffering. Their loss.
Who are we to pretend otherwise?
We fight for things we shouldn't do
Rather than things that what we must.
Is this really what we have become?
What happened to the wise?
What happened to the hope?
We continue to scream for freedom
As we condemn those fighting for it.
Those keeping the cages away.
Why must we use our words to hurt
And not to heal the wounds of war?
The pain, the suffering, the loss?
What did we do to ourselves?
We were supposed to be a nation
Regardless of the sea that separates us.
What monsters are we running from?
What monsters have we become?
Copyright © Grushen Guazon | Year Posted 2017