They came politely
overseas
they meant business
with their hand outstretched
we made a deal

Freedom
what we were supposed to get
we did not notice the knife
poised behind our backs
covered in the blood of others

We did our half
they didn’t do theirs
instead we got something else
bullets
a rain of death

It was a trap
we did not see
we were deceived
they broke their honor
and lost our trust

Now imprisoned we are
the cold bars
are digging into the skin
reminding us
of the broken truce