Bittersweet

Shades of dark were falling
just behind their lighted eyes.
Inspiration faltering
amid the feeling, wise.

They didn't want to feel
the pain they'd wrought
in movements only military
minds had ever sought.

Force striking in a pre-planned V.
They thought it stood for victory.
Yet all that they could see
became a loss.

Understaffed and underrated.
Famine that was unabated
stole into the homeland of the free.
Power that refused to see
the innocence that died.

Father's strength too often layered
o'er the silent, awesome prayers
of the ones they left so far behind.
Shades of dark were falling
just behind their lighted eyes.

In infamy, they took their stand.
Destroying all the worth of land
that once sustained the love
where meaning dwelt.

Fueled by the power of the hours
of mortal men. Dying by the flames
of sickness only they conceived.
Shades of dark were falling
just behind their lighted eyes.

Shadows stole across the knoll
where only peace had dwelled.
The beat of heated sand
could never stand the icy cold.

Bold, embittered travesty of land.
Politics absolved by gold.
Belief that held their powers' swell.
Invisible, the hours that denied
their total victory.

Stealing into segments of their dreams.
The fear engendered by their infamy.
The earth rushed in - Atlantis came to fall.
Backed by all the power of the all.

They never really knew
the dreams that drew them.
Bittersweet, their memories of free...

? Michaelette ?

5/15/2003
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