I wrote this after watching news reports about conflict in the middle east and then when i read it back i thought this could apply to anywhere that man raises his hand really.


BLOOD OF THE INNOCENTS


Grey days and the blackest of nights
Revealed by the dawn the most terrible sights
Confusion runs wild amid ruins and smoke
Persued by emotions of anger and hope.

Lives that are lost in the blink of an eye
While friends disappear without even goodbye
Where courage and cowerdice now go hand in hand
Fear being the bond mixing blood in the sand.

Compassions a luxury that few can afford
Survivals the object not points that are scored
Starvation and thirst adds its bitter sweet taste
Whrenching childhood from infants regardless of race.

Still the blood of the innocents soaks into the ground
Leaving little to show not even a sound
Except for the tears of those left behind
As a reminder to others of the worst of mankind.



Poetry by penfold18
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Written on 2005-10-06 at 10:20

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chasingtheday The PoetBay support member heart!
persued - pursued
cowerdice - cowardice
Compassions a luxury - Compassion's a luxury
Survivals the object - Survival's the object
Whrenching - wrenching

perhaps throwing in a couple of commas too in places?

a good piece, though it needs some attention.

aye, it's not jsut the middle east where we are causing madness, but everywhere we put our feet.
2005-10-06


AmonTheDark
when innocent's is lost
to never be found again.
that is th true test of man
of man kind. liked liked this pome
2005-10-06