A Tribute To

child, back inside
where is your father now?
the bus for town left days ago
where is your father now?
two bullets and photo of home
damn them that brought me here
dont care whose face is on the wall
im one of those not damned
desperate days they walk behind
though you see them, do not look them in the eye
there is no justice
yes memory serves for the flies
whose moon is it shines down on me
on the roofs they call our homes?
whose guards is it keeps watch on me
to ensure our blood will run?
unreturned, the letters i sent
my only hope to rest the tears
when night comes i will burn while they sleep