Watch me as I evoke fury
I’m walking the tightrope in my sleep
Watch me act as judge and jury
Cloaked in peace I slowly creep
Breached defenses, safe house cracked
Treaty signed yet I attack
Ally turns to mortal foe
Where life wont venture, dreams will go
Encouraged by lust for power and wealth
The seeds for carnage have been sown
A master race of myself
My isolated fear has grown
Breached defenses, safe house cracked
The people slain the city sacked
Ally turns to mortal foe
In blackened field where poppies grow
Outrage vented in my direction
Moral high ground has been lost
The people demand reparation
Conquest achieved, but at high cost
Breached defenses, safe house cracked
Defenders rally to attack
Ally turns to mortal foe
Within my dreams the blood will flow
Conquest of which you speak of here, is never possible when there is so much deceit. You may have won one battle, but you've sold your soul at it's expense, no one wins when this be the case. So sad, so very, very, very sad......! ! !
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Sad....even dreams no longer...colourfully gay...all the strife, crooked world has left...in so many minds..............................