A soldier was I
Once, decorated, proud, true,
I used my visions
To find prisoners,
Ammunition depots, all
Targets, protective,
Not aggressive. But
One day, a leak revealed it
Was all a lie. The
Maps I made with my
Gifts were used to massacre
Innocents, my own
People, abetted
Genocide. And so I left,
Became a hermit,
Tended my garden
In the mountains. A place to
Atone for my sins.
