a what if, not a certainty,
that is what you thought of what you thought you saw,
that was perhaps your mind and your uncertainties
painting horizons like death filled fields,
corn rows shorn,
trees toppled endlessly ,
the vastness of  the devastation,
are you sure,
was not imagination?
I have been there ,
on the warpath where
the arrows must fly
the scalps need severed,
I have also tasted peace,
and calm and love from my presumed enemy,
my war goes on,
in my head now judging
reality and futures good,
inside a head full of prejudice.