Our daily dead!
Curse the sun for this sight
Lay strewn upon the ground, can we not offer humility?
Breath hungry, life lost, faith starved,
Can we not offer humility?
Digger dig deep, feel for sights and sounds
Press your ear against the earth, upon the ground
Runner, ride out, against the turning tide
The sun beats down upon the land set aside
Foreboding fates will not cease
Laying my death before me
Arrows split against my hide
I am everyone, everyone in these eyes
I will witness the fall of efrafa
I will witness, witness the fall
Give us this day!
Our daily dead!
Can we not offer humility?
Explanation:
The war is almost lost; an inevitable end. The last remaining Owsla stands alone and scans the battle field for survivors. All but a few of his fellow men have fallen prey to the efrafa. In the moment where he feels he may give in, he summons the courage to fight on. he feels all that have suffered for the last stand within him, and with this, he turns back to fight. I wrote this as i was coming to terms with finally agreeing with myself that for change, we must make more simple but effective sacrifices. I don't do enough to change the things that make me so angry, and what i do is not enough. We are all guilty of this, but it is up to the individual to make these decisions. Changing your diet for ethical reasons, standing against injustice, not consuming products by fucked up companies - none of this can be done for some fashion statement or to impress others, it must all be done for yourself, because at the end of the day you only have to answer to yourself. I guess the personal battle is sometimes the hardest battle to fight.