Senses

See...
An ocean of sun touched gold sand and earth-made houses...
Hear...
The lovely sound of your mother tongue, welcoming you home...
Smell...
The land's earth aroma, made of the worker's sweat...
Taste...
The exotic yet familiar food, delicately prepared...
Touch...
The long- forgotten stone walls of your home...
See...
The great city under you, burning in the night...
Hear...
The screams of your subjects as scarlet flows from their bodies...
Smell...
The nauseating stench of cremating flesh...
Taste...
The ground at your feet as a blast hits you...
Touch...
Hope's wings as you fight for peace...