Below us the dust

I wonder -
the fire
will it cease
as I wait
to live
in the dust
below us
the dust
and chew
on the rubble
and war
that we made
with all those
(I let them,
complied)
old believes
Believers
in something
that I always knew
but never understood
and never was
to question
the righteousness,
the ignorance
and truth
and hate alike
There is no power
and no gain
I breathe
I live
I might
perhaps
pay tribute
to your claim
to recognize
these flaws
the way
the world was
that I saw
and you
and them
and I -
Will ever
on this broken ground
the ash
settle
to dust
and all the rubble
that we made
to live
and fight
- for what?