I choke beneath this tightened noose,
For crimes I did not commit,
I was a rabbit caught in the headlights,
I lied.
Out of fear, Out of control,
Out of duty, Out of govern,
My lack of self worth,
My cowardice would condemn me.

He never imagined a life with the home front,
A money making machine,
Turned to money making monster in these trying times,
The ideal drastically different to the decomposing reality.
Just a boy,
A vulnerable victim of flawed foreign policy,
Or vindictive villain hell bent on political revenge?

Situation out of hand,
They drained your soul,
And hung it out to dry,
Veiled in sagacious honour,
Taking one for the team.
Lesser ranking diminishes my importance,
A name, a number, a badge,
No one ever sees the whole picture.

With the rise of the Berlin fall,
He crumbled beneath the strain,
Just a boy,
Trapped in the mangled mess of war and politics,
Nothing out of the ordinary,
Vulnerable, eyes lit up with fear,
Imprisoned by influence and manipulation.

I never thought my life would come to this,
I pulled the goggles over my eyes,
& looked to the trees with tunnelled vision.
I was now seeing the world,
In peripheral and 20:20.
The trees were fresh, flourishing in fleshy green,
& I knew I would never be free.