Sense Sonnet - Acher

 Disencampment

Our men told us we had to leave.

The enemy was marching to

Our camp and too soon we would grieve

For death the enemy would do.

So with our children and the old,

We climb into the mountains high

Where we will face hunger and cold,

And know that below our men die.

The enemy keeps coming on,

And forcing us to flee our home.

So many of us now are gone.

Few of us left, in despair roam.

We listen to our children cry,

We have no reason for them why.