Five

Shock and awe.
Scorched earth, left barren by the retreating masses.
Pressing forward, guns drawn.
Democracy is a package formally delivered by the people.
Now it arrives from the barrel of a gun.
Millitary rule, from a foreign government.
Freedoms taken and not returned.
Democracy screams to be heard,
she is lost in the shuffle.
Terrorist for fighting an occupying country,
martyr for killing the innocent.
The battle lines drawn.
The seeds of Democracy will never be planted.
The Phoenix will rise from the flames of discontent.
There can be no victor, when all have lost.