Betrayed

Black smudged skies of a humble city,
with embers of fiery homes
and luminous blood that flows
down into the riverside roads, merrily

They fire bombs and shout codes,
brushing the blood on mosaic walls
like depictions of hell or bloody moors,
toxic is the air
like a chamber of a memorial holocaust
on the cold winter days.

They stand on our hill
holding swords to glimmering shields
with a bewitching glare that threatens the Gods
and they'll torture your limbs and laugh, and
we who are now slaves to their betrayal
that suffer the consequence of being beat.

The minutes will be clear
as we build upon the hilltop
plotting to overthrow
for our young, and lose it all over again,
but thinking back to times of a blue night sky
with blushes of strawberry lights
and flow petal glows, that slide.