POW

Alone,
but still standing.

Broken,
and still together.

Afraid,
but not consumed by fear.

Brothers and sisters,
in green,
and loam,
and black,
and gold.

We are all different,
but we remember the promise.

You stand with others,
and are surrounded by guns, 
wire,
pain,
sadness,
regret,
questions.

Your captors torment,
vile,
piercing eyes of hate.

Their hate came from somewhere,
but not from you.

We just want you home,
brothers and sisters.

We want you back,
with family,
love,
and peace.

We just want the wars to end.