The Aftermath

A rolling glade, a gentle stream
A land of peace, a land serene
Defiled by the cold steel blades
Bathed in blood that cold grey day

A map redrawn and cleft in two
Torn asunder, made anew
All for one man’s vision to
Unite the west and east

A young man’s life drained in a field
Stiff dead hands still clutching steel
Blue eyes locked on dull grey sky
Locked forever where he died

A woman, newly widowed too
She hoped for love, for something true
And never dreamed of what would come
The word of it would leave her numb

A thousand lives stolen to soon
All cut short that day fore noon
And all for what, left to wonder
The day the earth was torn asunder