Who is doing it?

It is not about what is being done 
Nor how it is being done
It is who is doing it now

The field

The plain field at your back yard 
where the edge of the cutlass left the earth bare 
on which once stood those taller grasses

Looking at man

Don't look at man with regards to those around
him as each deserves a chance
For it is only when you lose your guard
On the  depths of the waters 

That you can drown

What they want not

She will see it ring and not pick
He says it aloud where nobody hears
Is it desperation to have what they want not

A warrior's heart

The sleeping night's sword 
Beside the only warrior's heart
Of a young maiden's selfless song

Her king

The loud hips of voicelessness 
Amidst the many hearts that hurt and care less

Her king, great he is everywhere 

Between us

It is not long passed 
And it's not our end
This distance between us