Surrounded by my brothers 

And yet I am alone.

We grew together, weather storms 

And cuddled amongst parched leaves.

We are strewn across the fields

And forgotten till our day of glory.

 

A sense of knowing 

But no word crawls out our lips,

Of the impending doom,

Our beautiful ending

It is a painful thorn.

And after our disastrous use

We are baked into a mockery of shame.

 

Coming from a single seed,

We are born together,

yet die apart in unison.

Surrounded by my brothers

At least until our end.