Worthless Patch Poem by Eric Paeplow

As Selene is in her slumber
And sunlight filled the sky
He who made gods of men,
Sat down and began to cry

As each set out to conquer destiny
The rivers bled and the skies did rain
Mother earth seemed just a fantasy
Neath this jagged steel and scared terrain

As these beasts returned to nothing
Asking where do we go from here
Frightened children crouched with muddy faces
And wondered where their mothers fell

As a cold wind swept down
Those who remained sat down to watch
These demigods in jaded crowns
Fighting over this worthless patch

Once green and lush and sprightly
Now bleak on cold and dead
These hills once wild and lively
Now lie scorched and black instead

While the gods look down upon our misery
As we make a mockery of strength and will
Take heart my friends, in our reality
For things are as they have always been