Passing Through The Woven Jungle

• Aaron Cagat, Grade 11
• Poetry
• 2017

Passing through the woven jungle
Looking to my right, I see my woes
Trespassing beyond the land of ours
Guilt flowing within my veins, sanity escaping my grasp
Friend or foe, palms are forever stained in red

A man who had a family, A man who was cherished
No man to hate, just the call of duty
Triggered by critiques, plagued by power, greed for land
The same of which commands an army of influenced souls

Pride on our chests, we run free into a firestorm
Like flies we drop, fifty to forty, forty, to twenty
Friends are made, friends are lost
Like a nightmare, I’m greeted with fear, cursed with the gift of life