Saturday, November 5, 2016

Two Tribes

Glimpses trapped in memory
The drums can still be heard
The echoes are timed
To the beat
Every march and step
To defeat
The enemy
So far unbeaten
Their transgressions unchecked
The villages are endangered
The horns are calling
To call the tribes
To battle
Into conflict both sides meet
The slaughter is bountiful
The loss of life is completed
The sides retreat
A confluence of blood remains
The corpses are unaccountable
For the mess left behind
The clash solved the issue
That now no one
Remembers well
Carrion scattered
Like lives shattered
With the next generation
Living  in hell