A Tribute to - The For Carnation

Child, go back inside

Where is your father now?

The bus for town left days ago

Where is your father now?

Two bullets in a photo from home

Damn them that brought me here

Don’t care whose face is on the wall

I’m one of those not death

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

So we leave our home

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 learn while they sleep

To satisfy their failures