Imagine Poem by Scarlett Charlotte

So tell me how you view the world, away from light and day
Do your ardent imaginings tempt you far astray?
See my world, the battlefield, a field of black and red,
With my family in brazen arms and my foes amongst the dead.

Do you hear the battle cries of wheeling Valkyries,
And the strangled gurgling murmur of my best friend as she bleeds
All her anger on a spear thrown not for hate but for the fact
That we fight to keep our country and our small beliefs intact.

On the trampled grass, the lovers, so detached and so forlorn
Halt a moment to grab kisses before they are so brusquely torn
Though the tenderness displayed is enough to warm the mud,
Steaming freely and already from the shallow drifts of blood.

Aging soldiers shudder as the weights of standards grow
Beneath the mass of jumbled flags that tremble as they blow.
For we once fought for countries and our flags portrayed our all,
Now their blackened and in tatters where the standard bearers fall.

Worse for wear are children, who stumble as they gaze,
On the way the clouds are hiding in this blood engendered haze,
And their mother's frantic pleas as they strive to call away
The children of the enemy, who have only come to play.

It was here I watched my brother as he bravely took the call
And went marching in the frontline to the ending of it all.
No time was there to tell him of the promise of new day
For no sooner had I op'ed my mouth, than he'd swiftly marched away.

I saw my teachers on this field, this field of black and red,
And I wondered now what use was all this knowledge in my head.
For the war had made them numbers, just as I was just a pawn,
In this battle for humanity that had no hope of dawn.

The battle field betrayed the world of everything I knew
That this war torn dystopia could so quickly ensue
Where's my brother and my family, the people that I am,
When the shadow of our differences creep up to soak the land.

Before your vision starts to fade, to peacetime whence it came,
I'll fly above the battle ground and I urge you do the same,
Here you'll see the wreckage and the form that carnage takes,
When we're little more than bodies with opinions held at stake.

But notice how the bodies lay, before and aft the line,
And faces now are lost to blood, and nothing else defines
We're humans here, we move as one without our voice and skin
And we create this empty war that no one knows we're in.