Factions

A poem

Eve and day they meandered,
With no gist but guns and grudge,
Faces of cold blood wandered,
Determined to push, pull, and nudge.

Extraction made easy, they proclaimed,
For this land shall be ours in no time,
For that we shall not be judged nor blamed,
And the natives shall give up every dime.

Factions wandered, stole and murdered,
Innocents escaped and others warred,
’Til this day the former is not…