Battles have been fought
Wars have been won and lost
But none like this
Bodies litter the battleground
Like so many discarded dolls
Waiting for the new model
The town is ruined
Buildings are turned into rubble
And rubble is turned into dust
The city sidewalks are shattered
And a red stream runs everywhere
Into the gutters, into the houses
There are survivors
Here and there, hiding
They are smart, cunning
To survive this long
The battle is over
But the pain is not
The survivors creep out
Of the cracks in the alleyways
To begin a new life
They have to start over
The fighting is over
But their fighting is not
The red stream runs everywhere
Into the houses, onto the lawns
And out of all the destruction
Comes new life
The next generation of plants
Will be healthy