Kwame atta Pappoe
Bloodrops On The Clouds
the milling crowd gaped in horror
their shouts of joyful welcome stifled.
Their hallowed hurrays, had turned into anguish,
As the petals of blood blossomed.
Life disintergrated before their stupefied eyes,
and their shrieks of horror and panic,
pierced the night air
like a rag torn in pieces by an angry child.
Adieu for Peace!