Cry For My People Poem by Claude Simpson

Can you feel the wave of destruction of people suffering?
Throughout cities in troubled countries, gruesome sights of people dying.
The blame game continues as the war is spreading;
Like a contagious disease, to all areas the turmoil is heading.

Confusion reigns with everything chaotic;
People brandishing guns mostly semi-automatic.
Many warriors travel to and fro like nomads;
Probing the towns killing and torturing like Jihads.

We know that peace and love are free to give
But war and crime are painfully destructive.
Crime and violence are on the increase in the world all over
But to a viable solution, settlement or treaty; government and rebels are no closer.