Visions of the Night - Guerrillas within their Midst

Premonitions forebode
on these desert roads
Will another landmine explode?

Do I foresee,
An I.E.D.
And burns of the third degree?

Just another day
in this neverending fray
As daylight burns away

Drones race, across the open skies
Blood must be spilled when the bullets fly
Drones race, across the open skies
Blood must be spilled when the bullets fly

Pray to your gods
Summon your masters
To save yourself
in the hereafter

Pray to your gods
Summon your masters
To save yourself
in the hereafter

Guerrilla confrontation
shells of fragmentation
needing no translation

Desolate land
Shifting sands
Hidden in their thousands

Nomadic domain
in this arid terrain
Yet the insurgency remains

Enemies within the populace
Faceless, remain anonymous
Enemies within the populace
Faceless, remain anonymous

Staring into the desert night
as another mine ignites

No condemnation
from the population
Is it guilt by association?

The conflict extends
as it descends
Into a war that never ends

Written by:
Visions of the Night

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