War Torn
Silence clung to the weeping wind,
As the people lay huddled
In the cold hands of war.
Earth torn and blood stained
Beneath weary feet.
Echoes of destruction,
Hauntingly whisper in ravaged ears,
Mutilating the souls within.
Silence wept for the casualties of war.
Fires fed by rubbled heaps,
Buildings, but skeletal remains now,
Lay etched blackened against a red, smoke filled sky.
What once was home,
Now a graveyard of flames.
War torn lands
By greed consumed.
War torn lands
With hate infused,
Humanity all but failed.
Innocence pulled apart,
Ruled by monsters with blackened hearts.
With iron will stone fists hailed down.
Silence wept as the bombs dropped,
Silence mourns pitiful cries of fear,
Silence swept over the innocent
Upon who final judge and jury fell.
Copyright © Tanja Vermaak | Year Posted 2017
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