The tire rolls down the long forgotten path
Bumping on its forlorn ridges, scars of wrath
Eventually, it slows to a stop, falling over
Memories of pain rest within, taken over
A broken legged man continues to walk
Face ragged with age of experienced shock
Limping, he moves forward past the fallen
Surrounding the truth of their refusal of action
Still, the sun glares down upon his motion
Flames blanket him, as it did to many before
Struggling forward with a will never beaten
The corpses rise with a ferocious encore
Whether against or for his fight
Their final act before departure in the night
Cruelties marking what\'s left to be remembered
The sun sets, all questions now answered