And God Spoke

On his knees, the young man cried out to his Lord “Deliver me from the evil of my people,” he implored The sweat on his skin sucked dust from ground and his own clothes The elders gathered in forced sorrow with a silent hope of prosperity Thoughts of mercy were fleeting, faced with the monstrous greed of empire building Their tears flowed free and fast, yet his mind scryed for where two seas collide in violent meeting Lips quivering, the young man steeled himself in blinding white raiment as the axe fell And blood spilled Thundering hooves kicked blood-spattered dust in the air War deafened the pleas of the elders and instilled compliance The clash of steel upon flesh rendered even the brave into silence Death and dishonor, children paid for the sins of their fathers Promise of prosperity lost, progeny enslaved, their hope led to slaughter Cursed by the wheel of kismet, nature restored order From the fate of his people, the young man was delivered And God Spoke