Only the most vulnerable were present
The strongest had left with the sun.
The rolling hills were many shades of green and brown,
painted in detail was the earth and the sky.

The contrast of the flag
bold and unforgiving
would have waved above the camp
while it whistled a soft eerie song of lies.

The signs were all there
and spread throughout
but she did not speak his language
the language of the weak.

And as the men rolled in,
drunk with power and artillery
His eyes spoke of sadness and self hatred
while his body continued on to find worth.

We had an agreement
and I followed the rules
But alas, you danced through the night
moonlight illuminated the trail of destruction.

Even you knew it went to far
Passing the plains I too,
wish I could have hidden in the river banks
to avoid the surprise of the massacre.

The clouds would have bare witness
along with Sol, Sinfeild, Tuna, and the like
while betrayal slid his fingers along her curves
or ripped the innocence from the world.

The white flag of peace
carelessly splattered with red
would only be remembered and reminded
years later, recalled.

As I looked at those hills
my heart grew cold and unforgiving
and felt the spirits of the betrayed
all around, making it hard to take in air.

And somehow, I,
I am the one who must forgive
like those that have forgiven from the past
because hate in a heart leaves no room for love.

But what is love
what is peace
but an ideal
waiting to be betrayed by you.