The Hunt

Three long years of preparation.

Where is the dark? The devastation?

Where is the pain to make demons cry?

Where is the hate to make vengeance shy?

We had a light for the darkest of times.

We had a knife to cut our binds.

We had the food to keep us alive.

We had a plan to take back our lives.

Today is the day we were to flee.

To fight those against us if the need be.

But late in the evening without a word—

(Were our plans ruined? Maybe they heard.)

They unlocked our cages-pushed us into the night

And fled to the woods, didn’t bother to fight.

For only a moment we stood there confused,

Wondering as we ran why no one pursued.

Weaving through the thick web of trees,

We were planning to leave with more casualties.

With confidence growing a new hope was found.

That’s when the gunshots, started to sound.

We thought we were free, no we were busted

We knew they couldn't be trusted

We were being hunted.

Gunshots blaring bullets left and right

My best friend went down without a fight

I kept running grief could come later

If I didn't leave now the loss would be greater.

Ahead of schedule we came to the sea

Took to our rafts hidden with leaves.

Today was the day we were to flee

To fight those against us if the need be

But late in the evening without a word

They unlatched our cages (maybe they heard.)

They let us free and we will never forget.

They set us free

We were free.