At Bama
roaring flames of burning homes
Chased sleeping night
To the hollow embrace of unripe morning
Innocence
Burning on the edges of crushed faces
Extending soft arms
Hoping against hope
Longing for the warm touch of help
Soldiers through the curtains of nights
Canon knocking down teething mornings
They succumbed at the valley of death
Ashes
Grey ashes
Black ashes
They're gone
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Roaring flames of burning homes have taken away dreams and sleep due to death. This is very sensitive and thought provoking poem. We need no war. We pray God for peace across the globe. This poem is definitely very brilliantly penned...10
Indeed Sir, we need no war. For peace we pray to God