Bow before the Khan of Khans,

who laid waste from sea to sea.

Impaled his enemies without distinction,
flowed the rivers red.

Cannons boomed as brother fought brother.
A line of bayonets fell to the volley.
Navy and gray lined the floor of green,
ripped apart on the General's orders*.

Sporadic pops of gunfire in the distance,
planes whirled overhead, their ordnance lighted the new moon.
Stalingrad, home to millions, besieged by invaders.
A city of pride, reduced to bodies and rubble,
Besmirched brown through lead and steel.

An audacious autocrat,
retreating from a superior foe.
“Don’t give them the wells!”
Let them burn black for months.

In the future, drones will ravage the lands,
missile upon missile seeking their targets,
locking on to whoever is deemed the enemy.
White hot compositions searing through any opposition.

The world has always been spattered by ruinition.
But it will always be blue.