A peon in this another conflict
Three decades have fallen by
Still caring yet again in judgment
This molten barrel glows death
The choking cordite everywhere
Bloated bodies planted putrify
Like an ignored unattended harvest
Left rotting in the fields
The winds foretell its ripening
Festered sanctimonous resolve
The essence of survival extreme
Rushes of terror and malaise
Numbness and ennui formidable foes
A place where only tears cleanse
The clenched fist shakes the skies
Hear the constant shouts of men
In orders, in fear, in direction
The wounded whelp and wail, wane
A crimson river flows to feed
The failed crops cast silently
An unresolved unction felt fleeting
On grounds gleaned of mortal mounds
The earth extracts needed nutrients
Dormant dreams, ambition's armies
When seedlings spring to struggle again