Hidden ‘neath a rumbling ground
I wait for deaf’ning shouts to fade
The damp and cold now fill my bones
With paralyzing fear.
Have I been seen or do they know?
Dare I leave this human waste?
Not while the soldiers still parade
Above my haven here.
I sit in morbid dread this day,
While plumes of smoke the chambers spew
Fill the skies with mother’s bones
And father’s faded smile.
Which is worse, the dusk or dawn?
‘Tis all the same when freedom dies.
For I shall never live as when
Before the solders’ rise.
Copyright©2004 Lori Lee Nelson