Escape From Freedom

     I saw within the road a lie that waited,
     And the newspapers told me,
     The blurred grey times of war.

     The slayers be slain,
     And I shall run in fields of green,
     and red.

     The moon sees the face of a desolate parent,
     Raining panes in shadow,
     These rusted walls remind me of home,
     Where began this universe.

     What has happened since the beginning?