Take The Soup

by joetwo


When times were truly bad

With the ground barren

And the water tainted with death

With skin wrapping bone

And all my strength fading

With all I knew dead

And myself soon to join them

I broke

I gave in to my weakness

I went to take the soup

I sacrificed my God

My faith

All what was held sacred

My very immortal soul

For survival

For a few extra days

So you judge me

Now that it is all over

And I ask you

In my situation

Would you have not done the same?