posted on May, 17 2009 @ 01:10 PM
Vision of a Tortured Land
In the arms of Morpheus,
A vision of a tortured land.
Were guards surround the fortress,
While blood far spilled upon the sand.
When dusk suppresses daylight,
The cries of children fade away,
With mothers’, widows' torment,
Hide until the next cruel day
Undaunted soldiers warring,
Arenas once they called their land,
Enduring to subsist,
Slaying on the palace's demand,
A long-term fight for freedom,
Each side it's own crusade,
Goals were never forgotten,
Only once, extended, delayed.
~GypsK-2003~