What hides in the myre?

ZWS Poems

Used like beige callous entangled in our new desires Castles built of vanity shroud the myre As ballistics built to siege fuel the fire Count the troops that serve you, and forget the others Prepare your weaponry, we're fighting brothers I burnt your churches and you sent your spies under covering What god do you have now to relieve your suffering? Forget all the holidays and the loving tales Burn the book and set your navy sail Guard yourselves with shields and chain mail The years have dissolved hatred with sorrow Casualties today have us looking for better tomorrows We're too far in to declare peace, although all that is left is pieces White flags are the only flags burning And our nation's flags still folded at the creases For our pride weighs more than our purpose Although we're not proud of what we've done This war has left us nothing but curses And we've done enough damage to surface From the deepening warcry of drums But that sound will forever haunt me