Monstrous

We shall never put it back together again
Fragments and shreds and segments
Forever disjointed. Machine gun fire and missiles
Emerge from the mouth of the enemy
It worsens daily

Perhaps they see themselves as God's mouthpiece
Oracle of the deceased or of some great
Historical figure
For many decades now we have toiled
To purge this filth from our land

It is a fruitless task
And we citizens know it
We grovel like ants across the yawning
Void that used to be tomorrow, that used to be the morning,
Over field laced with landmines
To restore the colossal castles and towers and tawdry powers

The once cloudless sky
Is now desecrated by the dye
Of foreign occupation, of a desolate nation
Now as pitiful and as forgotten as some dead peasant brat
Daughter of an ancient and useless serf
The flesh and bones and body of this country are tainted

Order, displaced by chaos. Grace disgraced by anarchy.
It took such effort
To create such a catastrophe
On endless, sleepless nights, I stand right here,
A lone partisan, sheltering from the wind.

Eyeing the uniformed soldiers
That roam the streets
The sun rises, revealing crumbling pillars
I am betrothed to this shadowy
And decaying city
There will never be any other life but this
For me.