This is an excerpt from the first chapter of a book I’m writing called “The Final Level”
We march in line
All battered and bruised
Covered in Kevlar
Marked civilians
I have trouble
Twisted ankle
From the window I threw
My self out of
Another second
My head would have been all over the floor
Several of them over me
On their way to genocide
But now I am safe
Among strangers that may be traitors
With knives hidden under their skin
But soldiers are within arms reach
So my worries fade
As we march out of the city
And into the dark jungle
Deep away from the war
Our home burn behind us
Masking the sky in black blood
Drawn from our friends and family
Just moments ago
The soldiers escort us away
Not enough in number to stay and fight
Never enough
We will all die the same way
Alone
