Her own country disowned her;
She’s not our agent–they says as it was agreed on.
The file on her shelved first then destroyed.
Her foster country marked her traitor.
She’s selling our info to our adversaries–they declared.
They thrashed her and called her all the foul name.
She lies there motionless; in the desert.
The barbed wired boundary can be seen–blurred and hazed.
Vultures lurking over her; waiting for her last breath.
The winter breeze shiver her.
She smiled weakly and pray to God in thanks for the life.
The wind again blew, now a gust.
(It brings dust from her country, from her motherland.)
The struck breath blew out.
Territory get redefine as wind of both countries blend–
With the last air from her.
The vulture gives a shout and fly down to encircle her.
The horizon darken with black clouds covering the division.
Daily Prompt: Territory