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The Map To Nowhere

War zones often do not have maps
Nor pretty tourist guides or tours
The weatherman tells of raining bombs
And Smoke filled skies
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Today is the day, many shall die
Tomorrow holds no hope
As bodies piled into pits
I breathe, yet I am already dead
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My family is close to me
Yet so far away
For they are six feet beneath me
There is no food, never mind sweet blossoms
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So as I visit, where they lay in peace
I imagine a bouquet of colorful flowers
That one day I shall place upon their graves
For now I wash the concrete marker with teardrops
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Fires burn in the night
The glow of hell is all around
As I smell the remains of slaughtered souls
How shall these memories ever fade?
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Tomorrow, my daily ritual begins again
My visit to the makeshift tombstones
In solitude, I repose and weep in peace
As bullets dance all around, waltzing with fate
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Today, another day has passed
The electric is no more
As I lay in the darkness of my own thoughts
Wishing my family was near

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Seren Roberts

Date: 10/22/2013 10:05:00 PM

Ex write my friend....Seren

Richard Lamoureux

Date: 10/21/2013 8:39:00 AM

This is so sad, it seems the ones who start the wars are rarely the ones that pay the cost. I would say in most cases they are the benefactors.

Eileen Manassian

Date: 10/21/2013 6:25:00 AM

War...how tragic and useless....Arthur, I feel with you. I have lived through war. My loved ones have been injured. You have capture the utter hopelessness and sorrow well. Hugs

Arthur Vaso
Date: 10/28/2013 9:16:00 PM

Thank you once again Poetess of Romance!

Demetrios Trifiatis

Date: 10/21/2013 1:20:00 AM

If only your sensitivity was shared by some politicians this world would certainly be a better place! A thunderous poem that should be heard around the globe! I have written many poems on the subject the most recent are: WHEN WAR KNOCKS AT YOUR NEIGHBOR'S DOOR , AS THE CLOCK OF WAR IS TICKING,THE THUNDER OF WAR. A 7! Thank you for caring!

Arthur Vaso
Date: 10/28/2013 9:15:00 PM

Thank you for reading!