We Are the Invaders

History is our target and its offerings are all we bear for there alone rides wisdom, there alone is gain; the vanquished are the vanquishers this night, all gain is loss this night, and irony prevails. We are the lost; for all we care, we cannot recreate. We are the invaders, we the odd ones tremble in the night from all the history we made-- our legacy to the naive, doomed faces in the wind, our plight as graven in the hillsides, now reduced to outrage as a foil to God. ~