To Those Lined At Dawn Poem by Matthew Holloway

No coward nor traitor were they
those torn by hells own storm
souls taken from no normal place
where a demonic tempest raged
against all that binds humanity
a madness known and felt
that no man should ever know
such terror, dread and loss
nor hear the sounds of deaths own drum
hammer upon the mortal earth
to turn in torment and except
that such a world should not be
no coward nor traitor were they
lined at dawn in a place
which should never have been
mat they all find peace and sleep