The Thoughtful Rye

I’ve been counting the days until you are back

you’ve been firing guns at the slightest of sounds

how did it feel to watch your brother be put into the ground

I have yet to see you weep

I have seen the photos of the men you’ve killed

their minds are scattered all over the rye

and I have yet to see you blink

I stopped my thoughts from going too far into heaven 

and I will never let my children breathe 

We are just counting down, waiting for blood, then washing our hands

Cheering for our good deeds

and as for me, I will remember the faces of lives I take

I will not count or wash my body

I will not shed tears or blink

I will free their minds on top of this rye

So the world can finally think