Eyes

Clear eyes look out

On a world as muddy

as a puddle of dirt.

Unflinching at chaos

Unblinking at hate.

Bleeding no tears of pain

As man fights brother.

And mute victims cringe

with their cries unheard.

They look bright and blue

At the scarred face

Of this land of peace-

now pieces of land.

And as carrion birds sweep

And tear and pierce the flesh,

The eyes still stare

Bright and Blue

From the face of one that fought

And won

NOTHING.