Untold Lies

The train has come to a stop.
I smile. My throat is very dry.
Oh, how long the trip had been!
When will they give us our water?

I stepped off the train.
A mist encircled my body.
The mist told me of many things to come.
What was to happen next?

I stood before the officer.
His blue eyes flashed with a fierce will.
He told me to go to the left.
Is this the right direction?

The mist came back
It let me see, hear, and feel the pain of others.
I now understood.
How many children will cry in the night, before one can see?

I was promised a shower.
I could feel the icy fingers of death waiting to seize me.
Take my life, take it. I am not afraid.
How many times can the fires burn before one can hear?

I stripped off my clothes.
They don’t belong to me anymore.
Take my clothes; I am as strong as ever.
How much blood can fall to the soil, before one can feel?

Do not worry.
It is almost over now.
My soul will live forever in peace.
When will they realize that?