Backpacking while trapped in amazement.
Transfixed on the drones that came with no patience,
and the blatant disrespect caused from the engagement;
The war started quicker than if Satan arranged it.
They were trying to enjoy their first week of vacation,
before they succumbed to the endless enslavement.
Jason held his son as they looked to the skies,
and hope drained from his face with the vacant look in his eyes.
Holding him closer little Jay tried to mimic a smile
that whittled away reality for the nearly crippled child.
Cheering up his dad was never his duty,
but with a war starting; innocence is beauty.
Jay was born into hardship killing his mother at birth,
So for 5 years the anniversary was never celebrated in mirth.
He was getting to the age where he questioned his worth,
and at age 6 he believed that his life had been cursed.
The horrors of war or the former notions described,
gave way for his father to receive a surprise.
Jason pointed to the drone and said "that's what causes people to die,"
and his son replied sadly "Daddy, so am I."
His father cried for a moment till he gained his composure,
Kissed his son and told him "you've had too much exposure."
The simplicity of the conversation nearly drove him insane,
Knowing his son felt like he was to blame.
Later that night little Jay tugged on his sleeve,
and said something his father would never believe.
"I know its not my fault that everybody dies,
but it's easier to blame than it is to say goodbye.
I killed my mommy and lived; didn't I?
So you can blame me for the war...
I'm sure I'll survive."
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