Aftermath
Hope: Something that had blossomed in place
For a young boy who's one ploy was cocked and encased.
He knew his only plans were wholly dashed, he's lost and afraid
But had to kill the very man who made him feel his Father's Disgrace.
He was John Tucker, 19, a young, enlisted, Army private
His devotion for his country was astounding, he could hardly hide it.
He would clean his weapons after meals and basked within the battlefield.
Using the same vintage musket that his Dad would wield.
But something was amiss now, the world had faced some different times.
He had led what was imprisoned life. Filled with lies, living in the British side.
His eyes opened one day while walking home after church
He saw civilians lined up and murdered in a "Massacre".
The young boy, crying, was in shock and dismay
Worse yet? His father was the one who shot them away.
Now a young man, he hunted down his father with every step
And scouted out positions, but was left to only second guess
But one day, he found the man, back at a lake
Where they would chatter away, but now they battle today.
They stood eye-to-eye once more, neither knew who would fall
They just knew the war would pivot from this brutal assault
They traded punches and kicks, their faces? Blackened and scarred
Until a fatal blow was dealt when one was stabbed in the heart...
Before his Father's dying breath, a tiny whimper was made.
He knew he'd buried his Father, that fact was simple and plain
But he never dreamt he'd be the reason he put Him in the grave.
Darkness: Something that had blossomed in place
For and old man who's whole chance was brought to His grave
His son looked over Him, shaking, while he was lost in his pain
and screamed, "Now YOU will be the one who feels my Father's Disgrace."
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