My Country At War Poem by John G. Nelson

My country is at war, she rots,
Our hearts wail, many woes & sins,
The sadness that sat with us & wept,
& the Sorrows that held us captives,
Our hearts burned, sore with fears.

When did we shivered, with pains,
Shame that bends our heads in dirt?
We once dance like our forefathers,
With the stars & peace in our arms,
Love our values, our countrymen.

When did we awaken in hates & in
Anger to strike & kill with the swords?
Dead flesh, bones lay in streets to rot,
& Sorrows and death walk the streets,
Whilst we hide our eyes from death.

My country at war, days we cried,
Days we hunger, to eat wood & stones.
How we thirst, to drink mud & vinegar,
Our gob sore, stomach groaned & cried,
We sat with pains and we wept.

My country at war, days we perished,
Sons and daughters, marching to die,
Our anguished sisters raped & tortured,
When all soul, that went, never returned
We sat down with agonies & wept.

John nelson\25/ 5/2003