Nanjing

Written by: Deborah Burch

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