A fortress squats
in the barren desert.
Soldiers of the East
stand guard outside.
Farmers plant seedlings
fruitlessly in the hot sand.
Their wide pointed straw hats
out of place in this land.
Agony rips the silence.
The air is filled
with a young soldier’s cries.
The obscene laughter of his torturers
rise.
In the distance
a Great Lion appears.
He walks down the high dunes
past the fortress guards,
through the row of peasant farmers.
They see him not.
The brilliant sunshine beams down
on his regal mane.
He reflects it not.
His shoulders are burdened,
but his footsteps are filled with profound purpose.
His path takes him slowly westward.
The young soldier’s dying scream for his mother
pierces her heart.
She weeps.
Movement on a nearby embankment
draws her attention.
A soldier of the West
lies hidden in the river grass.
He is sprawled on his back, broken
His hand is raised in supplication.
He too, is dying.
Sparkling water races in and out of reeds
covering the sound of his wheezing whispers.
A group of Eastern soldiers leave the fortress
shadows.
They head towards the ancient waterway
Now just a wide shallow track
A fly lands on the dying soldiers fair cheek.
She can now hear his words.
“Please don’t let them find me. Please take me.”
She sobs.
The Eastern ones move closer.
“Please God, someone help him! Stop this!”
She tries to reach into the vision to protect the helpless soldier
but cannot.
“I can’t bear this. Please don’t show me anymore.
Release me from this!”. She cries to the one at her side, in the twilight.
A change.
she is above,
looking down.
The Middle East is on fire.
Inferno
Posted April 27th, 2009 by admin
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