They Call You a Hero

They call you a hero as you walk away

trauma swirling around like formidable clouds

They call you a hero as you turn your backs on them

They call you a hero even when

your hands are stained crimson

the people you've killed could fill up a whole cemetery

you've taken away the husbands of fearful wives

sons of grieving mothers

fathers of hopeful little children

brothers of lost siblings

but they call you a hero

and say it was either them or you

that you did the right thing

all for a war that you didn't even want to fight

for a country that you don't even know if you can call home

and you're a hero

killing the soldiers on the other side

because the lines start to blur between human and enemy

and you still pulled the trigger

so you stagger away, a hero they say

as your formidable clouds start to rain

it's raining blood