A Prayer.

The soldiers came to start a fight, in the hours, of the night. I saw the harm that they have done, with the barrel of a gun. A splash where once there was a face, spattered flesh around the place. Demolished walls that pile up high, Give foreground to the moonlit sky. A ruptured vein is spraying forth, he grips his wound for all he’s worth. Grit and stone crunch under foot, a demon stalks with tell-tale cloot. How can it be, that I am here. when everything, I hold so dear, is far, far, far beyond my reach, unfettered world that I beseech!