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A Whisper in the Dark
My old man sat me down And said “son let’s talk, about this thing that you call ‘war’, and is it worth dying for?” What about my fellow men Who give their lives to defend, This happy place that I call home How can I turn my back on them? The only danger to me Is the role I choose to play, The only danger that I’d face Is the enemy I choose to hate. The smell of rising dough Drifts through the window, Mother calls out to the boys It’s time to get indoors. Sitting down at the kitchen table All hands ready to pray For the lives this war took away, My sister prays that I’ll stay. “Who are your brothers and what is a man? and son please try to understand, is not a war just a quarrel your own brothers have not learnt to mend?” My only sister got up to dance She held her hand out towards me, And like a whisper in the dark I knew my pride had eclipsed my heart. The only danger to me Is the role I choose to play, The only danger that I face Is the image I choose to hate. |
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