The Crusader

By Brind Mittal

The torches have been illuminated 

Night shall fall upon us, with the fleeting sight of the sun

We leave at dawn, for the journey ahead

Shall the lord guide us, and  destine us to enlightenment 

Yet I feel pointless, expendable 

In god’s bidding, I myself feel distanced

The cross on my neck, bloodied and dulled 

The barbarism and brutality hurting my humility and humanity

We were promised the holy land

And were given a grim bloody war 

Our fates sealed, mere tools for the aristocracy, noblemen and so called men of god

We shall all perish, one with the earth in the name of god

By Brind Mittal