Sounds of War

There is rumbling in the skies It’s not thunder Babies sound a chorus of cries Where is mother? They have mastered the drill To take cover Prayer the only sanctuary, they stay still Survive or wander There is no heat to keep them warm There is just rapid fire They are used to the sound of a bomb Aftermaths are never familiar Tears are falling and dust is rising There’s a mass murder Aircraft engines rolling, shrilling crying A heartless gunner Cable television breaks the news Airs oblivious pretenders Victims silenced, war-mongers with more views Superpowers slumber The sound of war is the inaction of peace Blind, deaf and afar Creating a vacuum that thirsts for violence So hush And listen to the sound of war as you wonder