In the twilight of the evening
In the shadows of the room
Lurks his rising desperation
As it beats against the gloom.

All the feelings that he’s stifled,
All the loss he’s suffered show.
Now they boil up to the surface
And erupt across his brow.

Tears of anguish wash his cheeks
As they gush from wounded eyes.
Groans of pain escape his lips.
Now not dammed, they multiply.

How much sacrifice is needed?
How much loss can one endure
To protect the innocents
And to keep their lives secure?

Everything he’s ever wanted,
Everyone for whom he’s cared
Has been sacrificed for Section,
Not one soul has yet been spared.

So he writhes and stares in torment
At the son he now has lost.
Just a picture, not a heartbeat,
Just a moment that’s been crossed.

Life must have some special meaning
For this man to persevere.
He must want to live again
Through another who is near.

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