Guernica Poem by Mary Champion

And when our tears had washed away the blood,
Spain was still in pieces -
Dismembered! Shredded! Disembowelled!
Sharp words on all sides had drowned out reason.
Having fought a crusade against itself,
there was no resolution.
Jagged, torn and tangled,
screaming in utter despair,
our soul knew no peace.
Chaos had reclaimed our once proud land.
Two lights had shone:
one faintly flickering and ancient
one harshly bright and modern,
competing to cast out the shadows
that filled our hearts and minds.
But neither could prevail,
neither one full enough to eliminate the darkness
and resolve the conflict.