The Coward
Just beyond the hill are a people captive
Their bodies are free their minds are not
In this prison called life there is no escape
Darkness greedily searches for more
Among the wounded, hurt and overwhelmed
Devouring all hope of ever being whole
I am safe my people are not
I feel that stirring within
In the place where prayers meet
Words of light begin to form
Encased in tiny seeds
Soon I will go
Laying aside all weapons
I gather the precious seeds
Blinded by night guided by light
I sneak into the enemy's camp
"Please free me" "I can't"
Quietly I place a seed in a hand
And then the warriors came
The battle was fierce
Many of my people died in the night
I huddled with the captives
Comforting as best as I could
The battle was over I must leave
Just outside the place where prayers meet
I meet the war party in the morning light
Proud warriors boasting of their victory
Dark trophies dangling from their horses
"But where are the captives?" I ask
I shouldn't have asked
"You coward, we saw you
Hiding with the women and children
Dreamer, speaker of riddles, meaningless words
When the enemy is destroyed our people will be free"
And they rode away never to be seen again
Tears begin to fall not for himself but the captives
And just beyond the hill where darkness prevailed
Came screams of terror as small beams of light exploded
From tiny seeds held in the hands of the captives
A glimmer of hope fell one prison wall
Seeing a situation in new light dropped another
And the captives began coming home
.....peace.....
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