On Foreign Shores

An erasing to escape the past eight years, Can not be done. And the accusations from those stunned, By that which has happened... Has them choosing to ignore it. Although in silence they abhor, The atrociousness. Lost in divisions. Masked in indecision. And pretensed! Like a deck of cards that have been marked... They now feel past distractions, Have been stacked against them. And no ego boost... Can reduce their fears. Used and disgraced in places they frequent. Finding themselves in dark corners to hide. Disgust and shame they wish to deny. But the agonies they carry... Can not from them slip and slide away. Betrayed, And led down the dead end road of sorrow. To claim those they 'should' blame for this... Are terrorists who fight amongst themselves, On foreign shores!