Death In the Sun
Under a scorching sun
Death’s vultures circle
Casting shadows on the
Marketplace below
The lively market
Now hushed as
Death’s agents flit in and out
Like flies over a corpse
Eyes turn downwards
Idle chattering stops
As death can be just
A whisper away
A child laughs oblivious
To danger
Innocent in a land
Fragmented by war
All for God
And all for country
Both sides steeped in blood
Of slaughtered children
The rights of a human
Wither and die
In the shade of
The poppy harvest.
Copyright © Linda Jackson | Year Posted 2013
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