Raid Night Poem by Alex Grove

I am a stranger in my one bones
I carry inside a multitude of souls
Of people crying, of people dying
All of their pains I can feel inside.
No prayers, no candles can heal
The hardness of bullets made of steel
That whispering end so many lives
Of masses striving for their desires;
Nor any mournings from far shires
Can relight the fire in shattered eyes
Made pale and dull by frightful horrors
Unfit to bear no more joys nor sorrows.