My screams are like a bomb in an empty underground railway.
They echo inside,
inside my mind,
They are like cries of a soldier on a battlefield,
Pleading for his life.
His comrades run past him,
He won't make it home to his wife, but,
One kind hearted soldier did not run by,
But stayed with him by his side,
He shielded his body,
From the shackles and the dirt,
And he'll wonder to himself why no one else,
Tried to protect you,
When you were hurt.
