The Battlefield

Alone near the field
Crimson colors the mud
I watch the futile struggle
Blood runs like a flood

Death does descends
From the field he does take
The essence of many men
Removed them from their ache

A blast of untold heat
The light of a thousand suns
In my ears does echo
Airless screams of your sons

I watch in horror
Alone in my pearch
I watch in disgust
As I orbit your earth

The species to warlike
To prone to destroy
What they do not own
Like it was some small toy

My gift I take elsewhere
To a species so kind
Infinite knowledge
and the power of the mind