Lone Survivor
"Lone Survivor"
By M. Taha Effendi
(Sonnet)
He wandered through each ravaged street,
death lurked wherever strayed his feet,
His ears resounded with frantic, dying calls,
of those whose blood stained the city's walls,
With tears he gazed at the darkened sky,
cursed what bombed his city till it would die,
Before him lay the rubbled graves,
of his mother and siblings it now saves,
He stood there transfixed, confused,
His life's last few hours misused, abused,
He stood there numb as time moved on,
In the blink of an eye his haven was gone,
Is there ever a fate so worse,
than a corpse deprived the funeral hearse?
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