Some will have understood they have made a mistake,
please allow a space for those to understand forgiveness.
An Ode to the Lost Sons, Returning
Come now, weary travelers, burdened with regret,
Your road was paved with promise, yet led to a debt—
Not of coin, but of trust, of the fire in your chest,
Burned bright by a dream, now laid bare and distressed.
You were told you were warriors, defenders, the strong,
Yet used as their footstools, deceived all along.
Fed stories of power, of taking a stand,
While the hands that fed you stole wealth from your land.
But hear this, brothers, no brand marks your skin,
No chain binds you fast, no gate locks you in.
To see through the fog is a courage untamed,
To turn back toward truth is no cause for shame.
We are not your jailers, nor keepers of scorn,
Not here to mock, nor leave you forlorn.
We welcome the weary, the doubtful, the brave,
Who dare to step forward from echoing caves.
For none win alone, no kingdom stands tall
When brother fights brother, and backs turn to walls.
Let shoulders lock tight, let hands bridge the past,
Together we build something honest, something vast.
So come now, disillusioned, your strength is still true,
False unity is sadness. Forgiveness is truly great.
Civitasvox
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