Lost sons

 The two went ahead to their school
far far away
we traveled over gray cities
block structures
abandoned train stations
Many soldiers stopped us from getting to the school
So we found alternatives
We got into the school by sneaking into a cargo container
We arrived inside the school
There they were two boys
The younger and the older
Marching back and forth
In the middle of a field closely shaded by overbearing oaks
Mid conconformity mid summer
We convinced the boys to walk away from the march
To escape the school of conformity
And find sustenance in the journey