Nanjing
Nanjing
As willows weep along the walls
And fall mums start to bloom
The wind still echoes hallowed
calls
From Nanking's souls of doom
With little food and daily raids
There was no safety zone
From genocide of men and
maids
For none were left alone
Their butchered bodies
everywhere
Lay piled in ponds and roads
In bloody streets a river there
Flowed heavy 'neath the loads
This holocaust was filmed that
day
Priest John Magee did plod
Now as his son he too could say
He "touched the face of God".
©deborah burch
02.28.2013
Copyright © Deborah Burch | Year Posted 2013
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