Peace-
besieged by soulless coin chasers.
The sky lowers
gravity pulls
kindness consumed.

The Taskmasters crack the whip
and the heart withers.
compassion-
eviscerated by
heartless ones
understanding neither love
nor
joy.
Only
greed
driven by
their own slaver drivers.
Their hands grasping, tearing, pulling
themselves-
into
A false peace.

The green in their hands-
bloodstained
tainted.
They care not.