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.