and he came down from high
and surveyed his lands
wiping a bit of sand out of his eye
from his ten-thousand–year nap
things had changed
since he had last seen this world,
he noted sadly.
the beat of wardrums grew ever stronger
as he watched
the women covering the eyes of their children
but not their trigger fingers
and heard the incessant refrain of
god will protect us
god is on our side
and we will be victorious
as bombs rained from the skies
like wish-seeds from a dandelion
he wondered where he had gone wrong
he climbed back on high
and once again, closed his eyes
and weighted them down with sandbags
in preparation for ten thousand years more.
with a crystal tear tracing down his wizened face
Peace wondered how he’d been so forsaken.