Your Crippling Wrath

Your delicate, frail hands can cut so deep 
Colossal depths within my vanquished soul
A sorrowful voice, a desolate weep
Your callous conducts take a brutal toll

I endure torment, wrenching agony
Your fury ignites like an inferno
My terrain sobs from your brutality
I am the land, oh so broken and low

Your hearts are consumed bitterly by frost
Your wrath is insatiable, never tamed
My hope, aspirations solemnly lost
I now remain a fallen soldier, maimed 

For you have no concern for my despair  
You are at fault ... utterly unaware