the cold grey darkness of a dead city
the only sounds the thumps of bombs
and the screams of the “collateral damage”
who lie wounded, bleeding, dieing
where they were flung.
the innocent left
huddling beneath their beds
in the vain hope that it will offer some protection
wondering when the old tyrant will be replaced by the new.
The sun rises slowly
as though as fearful
as the people its dim light reveals;
A city as shattered as it’s people.
A watcher from afar
Survey’s the people emerging
From their homes
Who stand mournfully around
the most recent “mistake”
men in uniform
come marching through the streets
as proudly as conquerors of old.
A man sitting in a bunker
Looking down the barrel of a gun
Regretting only that his time has come to an end.
Years pass, times change, wounds heal
Soldiers depart
Leaving behind a city mortally wounded
Its body and spirit alike.














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