fields of home

I sit here
Silent
Watching the brutal reality of natures gifts
Fields that were once called home
I never learn
They rule this world
We only share the home they created
Valleys, Meadows, Forests or a Kingdom
We listen when they speak
We never learn
We are the monsters
Yet I sit here hoping for more
Stupid hope
I remember the past, so wonderful, so clueless
Happy, with not a care in the world
Never forgive liars
They know its wrong
I sit here
Silent
Watching it leave to never come back