The 2nd Life

He came with words
In a world of silencers...
              They created domains
             Of love, separation, faith;
             They surrounded passion
             With bows and cannons.

He decided not to fight
In a civil war for rights;
The gunmen had other ideas,
Burned his words on a pyre.
Yet with the little life left
He strode a few more steps.

Where did he reach?
What did he gain?
Is he among ruins
Or washing others' shame?
                      Answers belong only to him,
                      Cascading within, yet again.