Still More Poems

Unspoken On an unholy war You hear those criesAs children dieAmidst the folly of a blood-soaked warAnd say nothingYou heed the anguishOf those distressed mortalsWhose venerable dwellingsHave just been turned into debris and dustAnd say nothingYou perceive the wailingOf those war-torn soulsClose to death without food and waterAnd say nothingYou noticeThe anguish of those peopleNowContinue reading “Still More Poems”