Angels out of place
Wandered from the Lord
On the make ‘cross mirror lake
Crown above the sword

Dark clouds gathering
‘bove the fields of rye
Searching men’s faiths Ringing wraiths
Advance on land In sky

One legged bearded man
An a-k and a crutch
Hops ‘cross the biv ‘  Lot to give
Already gave so much

Building made of mud
In cross hairs of a drone
Vaporized however prized
Along with flesh and bone

Camera’s record
Caught for all to see
Burning vent of discontent
Envelopes history

After comes the spoil
How then Does one score
Fortune come to zero sum
Executing war


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