The man stands vigil over his own.
Heat washes his face and wind his hair.
The decisions were made and the seeds were sewn.
Rarely in life is anything fair.

An eternity away with time to spare.
Sitting under the awful glare.
The bystander sits in blue and white.
While the people in the mud slip whilst they fight.

The man boards the plane.
Leaving before the problem was solved.
Was it all in vain.
Maybe his replacement will be more resolved.