Battlefield

Deepest links,
Farthest roads,
Enemies surround,
Weakened heroes.
Dusty storms,
Dusty blood,
Corpses lie,
Filthy mud.
They arrive,
Surrounding lines,
Dead battlefield,
Still time.

The cold darkness,
Bares it's first cry.
Of a soldier lost,
Readying to die.

Each warrior,
With a silver sword armed.
Is destroyed before his hit,
Someone dropped the bomb.

Deepest links,
Farthest roads,
Enemies surround,
Weakened heroes.
Dusty storms,
Dusty blood,
Corpses lie,
Filthy mud.
They arrive,
Surrounding lines,
Dead battlefield,
Still time.

One survives,
Screaming out of his pain.
Uncle Sam where are you?
Who is the USA?

No one answers,
He's left to die in vain.
While his country leaves him,
On the battlefield they made.

Deepest links,
Farthest roads,
Enemies surround,
Weakend heros.
Dusty storms,
Dusty blood,
Corpses lie,
Filthy mud.
They arrive,
Surrounding lines,
Dead battlefield,
We're out of time.

-Elizabeth Harris-