Rapture

I see the fall of man--
others,
refusing to lift their hands.
This war against ourselves,
this Holocaust of lies.
Smoke--blood,
rippling against the nation's
"fearsome" flag.

We're prepared to fight--
but not to fall.

We should stand
for--Justice.
Not--hate.
We've steered from the path--
straight.

Now we tremble
at
Hell's--gates.