They

They, the ones that hurt the most.
They, the ones we love the most.
They, the ones that control us.
They, the reason to wake up.
They, the women whose bodies we covet.
They, the brothers we protect.
They, the fathers we try not to let down.
They, the world that revolves on without us.
They, the gods that wreck our fate.
They, the mothers we miss.
They, the sins we commit.
They, the ones who discard life.
They, the children we raise.
They, the strangers we despise.
They, the tyrants who rule.
They, the peasants who submit.
They, the shadows that blind us.
They, the heroes of old.
They, the shattered soldiers.
They, the cast out and forgotten.
They, are us.