Drought

The land scorched. 

Invaded and seized.

Because of its prosperous past, the rivals desire more.

The farmland isn’t just infested with pesticides.

Bullets parade over the crops.

These aren’t the same drums I remember

Commencement

Nothing is unharmed anymore. 

These ditches are a double edge sword.

Once housed for the water that conducts between the plants

Formed into the trenches where the soldiers clash.

A new life for all.

Farmers turned soldiers.

No more protecting the field, but now their lives.

Defeat

I see it initiate before me.

What was one time the promised land is now the trenches.

Dreadful conditions bear over the soldiers' lives. 

A weather event as a hurricane sweeps past every soldier. 

Just as the crops are out of season, we are out of season. 

Defeated and washed up.