Eighteen Years

The war might be
Over but in his mind
He has to survive
He wants to not care
He wants to be free /
Eighteen years of his
Fathers abuse, memories
Haunt him of now much worse/

Women and children murdered
In their beds, husbands made
To watch as their wives suffer
Their children hung/ eighteen years
Of his fathers abuse couldn't prepare
For these memories that haunt him
Are now much worse/ no water

No food shrapnel flying wake up
It was all a nightmare of what
Horrors went through on that
Bloody battlefield/ eighteen years
Of his fathers abuse didn't prepare him
For any of this. He bows his
Head on the barrel weeps for his god
To forgive what was done