She stepped over the grim reminder that somewhere, someone wants her dead,
harried, frightened, threatened, fastened to her people by a thread of vile, red
evil that looks to reject what was not perfect – but was the way they lived, and
gave of their best for their nation and now they ration their food and water.
—-
He took their peace, he took his lying ease, saying that their race would cease,
for no reason, only the season was right for his arrogant, derogatory rant.
They suffer his noise, their boys, from uni, in front lines with guns to try and
drive the poisonous actions of a deranged faction, a reaction of the paranoid.
—
No-one can ever win at war, there are only losers but evil succeeds in its
purpose to subvert, deny, destroy young lives, creating deserts in land and heart.
She hides behind the broken wall, hears the call of carrion crows and weeps,
her heart is broken and still his heart is cold, calculating and cruelty escalates.
