Fleeing the Scene
Fear overwhelms us and we move
the violence at our doorstep
out the back door we go
the life of a traveler still better than death.
The table was groaning
we were well fed and in a stupor
betrayal took us all by surprise
and we took off in all directions.
One minute there was peace the next terror
hair standing on end and confusion every where
a metallic taste on our lips and a scream
vibrating up from the depths of our souls.
For a few ounces of silver love was sold
for a few moments of notoriety the joy was destroyed
a chance at being righteous to everyone's loss
it all boils down to selfish greed.
Love does not betray nor flee the scene
dying alongside love is still living
wrapped in the embers of bombs and swords
we still can rejoice in the love that abides.
Run away if you must but come back when strength returns
turn around and see the smile that you missed
sit down and remember all the love you sold away
and come home to the table of love.