Women Raped, Villages Pillaged,
The fiends having their fill,
Justice, stalled in debate,
Thus, Sealing those people's fate,
Their soldiers sent to the scene,
After the last kill.
Piles of mangled corpses scattered across the village's streets,
All burning in crimson flame,
Blood on the homes,
Streaked.
The sent soldiers witnessed this horror they saw, filled with shame.
If only this atrocity had been foreseen,
Many, of those hero's wanted death to the fiends,
If only justice had not faltered,
Maybe all these innocence wouldn't be slaughtered,
Not a single barbarian found,
Despite the view they left, so profound!
Fifty years go flashing by,
And that horrific sight turns to be pleasing to the eye,
With clear blue sky,
Lush grass flourishing on ground,
With plenty a' tree found all around,
Colored red, orange, green, and yellow,
This bringing an aw to any a fellow.
Unrecognizable from it's past,
If only this radiant beauty would last,
Because in this world of ours, things change extremely fast,
Going, temperatures ranging from hot to cold,
Physical objects turning from new to old.
A thought provoking poem shared definitely. Wisely penned...10
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An insightful depiction of man inhumanity to man, well articulated and nicely penned in good rhyme scheme with conviction. Indeed, things change fast in this world of ours because of the unchanging change of change. Thanks for sharing dear poet. Please read my poem MANDELA - THE IMMORTAL ICON.