Sense Sonnet - Acher

 Reckoning

The home and all we've ever known

Came under a bloody attack,

Turning peace into a war zone.

The fires burned red and smoke rose black.

Some of us farmers far afield

Returned to friends and family,

Their bodies charred, their fate was sealed.

We went after the enemy.

Farmers into warriors we turned.

Hands holding plows now held the sword.

In each of us avenging burned,

As to destiny we marched toward.

To home and all we bid farewell,

And bid hello to coming hell.