Two moments
There is a tale I am unable to tell
Not because it is beyond my place
I have walked across those sad pages
Ask of my history and see the sadness mould my face
I cannot tell this tale
For the same reason a soldier will not speak of war
For the same reason a mother when asked by a man the labours of birth
Will say nothing more
Either you hold a rifle to your heart
Either you hold a child to your chest
Or the story cannot start
We meet up every so often
And spend a moment not retelling the past
Men and woman weighted with being led astray
Then we spend another moment for those we wished could last
These are the warriors of a war unseen
And the only ones I trust
Either you fought alone
Or you now sit with us
And although we will not speak of it
There is a torment worse than knowing
About the trials and times of a history lived and unspoken
Our silent numbers are growing
We are just statistics or a national tragedy
If the second moment is spent on someone young enough
Some call it mental health problems
Some just say times were tough
I cannot help but feel life could get better
If us angels tried to describe all that was hellish and vile
Over here you can see what a rifle looks like
Over here we have what we call a child
And if you have the time friend
I am a story that has yet to reach the end
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