Shabbiha, pariah, hero or king
Al' karm now kindling in young withered skin,
Ascend indignant sectarian heir
Arms vanquish dissent by summary justice,
Each a solo state of impunity
Cleaving all civilisation, life set raw
Stepping from the brutalised carcass
Knowing no normal, no normal, no more
Lost in the rubble in a time before war,
Unhinged and vacant as absent doors
Virus unleashed survival the course,
Driven by ideals revised by fatigue
Wounds and atrocities bleed and endure,
One day finds the peace, but can't lose the war.
Very inspired Danny, much insight in your lines - no war is ever truly won, they are scars on the face of humanity.
Words like brutalised carcass, virus unleashed, the rubble all talk of a gory state of affairs! Is there a silver lining of peace somewhere? As ever, a poignant write
Definitely agreed with Diane... the mind evolves its thought around it's life... there will be nothing but the wall if our mind see a boundary around the box...they cant be blamed but who to be responsible is the head of war trigger....peace is nothing until we feel how worse life is without it..you choose a very strong theme Danny! ! _Soul
Not knowing normal no more. There's a damaged brain in there.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Wars linger in the heart and the absent doors to the mind will always leave the soul vacant. Deep message conveyed here.