Poems from Damacles

O how the world has become uncaring as time goes on, As the water becomes blacker with not a thought forgone. And the ground grew ever...
  O I remember how it used to be, When the country was good and free. When the sky was blue and the grass was green, But the the war came...
  The reaper came to the field that day, For there were twenty million souls to pay. Trapped liked rats in a cage, We came out of the...