A Stroll To the Bakery

Clouds swirling, bird circling The Heavens rumbled, heaved a sigh Ventured forth a lad, he bore no Cross Through angry streets, refuse-tossed Flies buzzed 'round him, fetid friends Night air crackled, 'neath ammunition's lens The lad strained hearts for a crust or crumb Hope lay dormant, her voice struck dumb... Bled dry, they covered him, face down in a gutter War's verdict sealed, its unutterable utter