The war has torn my lands.
There is blood oozing hate from every crevice.
There are shards of broken dreams,
Glistening in the meek sunlight.
Walls lay broken, ruined.
The proud buildings are in pieces,
Somewhere and everywhere.
There is disdain in the air
Along with despair.
There is no salvaging,
No selvage to stop unravelling.
Where does one go from here?