Desastrophies of war

Converts to an instant faith
submit to a colonial wraith
Whores of alien technology
coercion dispels ideology.
You had to abandon beliefs,
unable to withstand the grief
Your ancient gods are still there
but your children forgot where!

Your lands were taken and tamed
resettled, reshaped, and renamed
Adopting laws and traditions
believing in new superstitions.
Women on grass beds laid
Men mastered under the blade.
Infusion of weakness and scorn
under bright flags babies born…

The reeking dust
hovers over the fields,
contorting to the whims
of the breeze.
Its deftness betrays not
the tale it wields,
that would sicken
the hardest heart with ease.
It is all that remains
of a spent progeny,
once youthful and strong,
and iron of will.
It stands as a monument
to the sinful tragedy
that still resounds
through the valleys and hills.

The primordial forces
that created sapiens
have exercised
their rights of démontage!
The hands that cupped our races
are by nature alien,
and our doom, try as they might,
could not assuage!
Conspicuous motives
that fueled a stalemate
were behind glossy words
and closed doors.
Betrayals were vindictive
in the interest of the state,
whose virtues were slurred
by desastrophies of war!