Requiem

I see a field in my mind's eye
A field of bright flowers.
A gentle breeze makes them dance
To the tune of nature herself.

I hear the sound of many men
Their boots crush the flowers.
Their warcries break the silence
Their hate breaks the harmony.

Thousands upon thousands
Numbers beyond my ability to count.
They clash upon that beutiful field
Their blood stains the flowers crimson.

With sword and spear they fight
With rifle and pistol they kill.
Their machines destroy the field
Thier blood mixing with the earth.

A flash of light blinds me
Brighter than the sun itself.
Fire engulfs the field
Bathing us all in cleansing flame.

I see a field in my mind's eye
Barren ground as far as I can see.
No life grows upon this earth
A desolate, scorched plain.