A Broken Land

Vale USA - it seems there is no end to Terrorism ….. A Broken Land I saw a broken troubled land That was refused at their command And the people wandered alone Their fate no longer their own Where were their heroes now Perhaps lying in a death so foul Hell’s hot breath had burnt them Caught defenceless failing in the end The parchment was used to find their way But the words were faded refusing to stay And what is left but unhappiness The truth now lost in time not blessed. © Paul Warren Poetry