Di-faced

Two soldiers Two faces Both marching on crimson tides Bearing flags of woe With different colored strips One black, One white Two sides of the same coin Madness in either eye A soul caught, In the middle Of a battle Raging beyond the sky Beyond reach In one is a face of hope, Tempered by tarring pain A goodly hero, A saintly lord Who suffers pangs, Constant agony Rejected, repulsed But yet, struggling on A martyr, No one will miss nor praise, For his greatest deed, Is bearing through the pain, So the ungrateful will feel no shame You can’t complain! Another a the face of despair The darkness closing in A selfish thing, An evil being, Caring only for his own dismays Why should he, Bear through to save the others pain? How could you leave! Once love, Now hate, shame Two faces, Whose ways there are four A yin and a yang, But good for bad, Aren’t equally exchanged Cynic facets Who mock with promise, Equaled by pain. You’re offered hope, With nothing but anguish to gain ………………………… Between a knife and a hard place, Can you find, Your own face?