Dirty

Treachery bound

In turbulent war
Seek solace in flags of white
Rest a spell
Take up your hell
On another doom filled night
Revel in the rapture
Of simple peace
Plant an orchard

Flower your foe

Instead with arms of ease

Water the weeds

And yank them at root

Begin your garden again

No one will know

That well made boot

Was ever caked in sin.