Silence of the West

Clouds of smoke billowed over ruined buildings That once were homes safe and welcoming. Schools where children were learning, Hidden now from view by dust clouds billowing. Out of the dust men came with guns began to fire, Indiscriminate in who they killed mothers, fathers. Such a wailing of grief rose to the sky above, Whence no one cared or heard no love. Who has the right to murder the seed of a nation, And showing no conscience or even a tear, Spreading death and abject fear, There are no messiahs riding to rescue, Andrew .p. mcintyre.