This Is My Last Battlefield

This is my last battlefield I am tired of fighting a hopeless war Filled with sleeping corpses and nonsensical peasant strides Feverish Generals who keep shooting down with empty gun barrels Soldiers who wanton march in the mists and bog of the long forgotten mansion and inns of the tortured citizens that live without hope but no longer can be seen I am the last Old Man of this ruin and wreck of a once prospered Nation gone Dead The arms that I still wear are weary these eyes which endow me to see does not wish to vision any further Every step that my feet do walk is ready to fall for a long autumn sleep Forget the rage that fills every blood in the veins who seek to destroy any sight or fancy of the rich and privilage of the hierarchy that only seeks Wealth and Fame NOT ME DEAR SIR AND MADAME..I AM TIRED OF PLAYING YOUR EVIL'S GAME!!!