Alchemisland

And then all eyes turned from the west

To the desert, and all the mess

And the mist, the misgivings

The missiles whipping in the wind

Payloads delivered which never miss

Buildings quivering, the land sick duly shivers

Whose pockets do we check for 30 silvers?

And yet some hope lingers

Some silver sliver visible 

Trials mental and psychical, lived through

Killing and dying, just to live

Bombs flying, killing kids

The thrill of waking

The trill then quake which shakes awake, which takes away

Holy places sundered by flames

The dead, blameless, left where they lay

Buildings rubbled by grenades, fields razed

Long fields of razor wire

Like ley lines 

There are only straight lines

Saints and traitors

Those with good sense, and arms traders

Tooth and nail survival

Piles of spited bibles

Bombstrikes ignite night-killing fires

Now, see you the height of these idols

See now those who you must fight

Living to triumph

Or dying to survive

The fight never dies; the fire remains alive.