The wake of the false tidings.

The red river swollen in its banks overflowed 
And on to the side in the still of the afterthought 
To the struggle the once busy world in very quiet 
Chilling bleak fallen gates of yonder and beyond
Is now in the distance or escape fashion mentioned 
Brings a little note to my attention on the blue tube
The scales of justice lay in a aftermath of regional war
Which came and fell created dead cities in rubbles sight

Bringing about now dead’s row retreat into another field

Of which I see in great dishonesty to ask for specific sum

From another field in a armed conflict or hostage to both

The asking price changing compensation peace’s struggle

That NATO created in obnoxious urgency.