Belt of No Faith

Early morning In various places Faiths of many Wearing different faces Families descend To spend their time Families intend To queue in line Shoppers gather Sellers sell Many hundreds Getting on so well A face so different Enters the scene Although they blend The look of mean Position chosen Before this day No thought or care Of who they slay Connection met Explosion spew Scarlet life In sporadic flew Innocents scattered Families torn These newly called martyrs From natures womb born Media coverage To foreign lands Showcase this horror By cowardly hands Carnage cleared Blue skies return To witness the horror Where many lives turned This belt of no faith Triggered for what Remembered today Tomorrow forgot The people's people Return every day Market Square Hero's In-spite of the slay http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/war3.php