Let them go, let them be
Let them savour something free
Time to run, sense the turn
No more tears or hearts to burn
See the fires, feel the heat
Once were human, now just meat
Ashen faces, bloodshot eyes
Suffering torment, hear their cries
Dust and rubble, raining shells
Count the hours, in private hells
Screaming nerves, stretched so tight
Childrens eyes so wide with fright
So much hate, no time for sense
Its predudice, without pretence
Their lands destroyed, laid waste and poor
No victory in a civil war.
Great first and last verses. First verse is especially good. Will read more of your stuff after having read this.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Great poem! It reminds me of all the realistic novels I read about wars. Yours is special because it came on verses. Thank you for sharing this.10 +++