Red Ashes Of Terror - Poem by Souren Mondal
all of seven,
sat against a blown up tank
and wished her younger brother Rahim
had been as lucky as her.
She, after all, had her right leg intact and
a stick for crutches.
Martha was graduating from High School.
She wished her Peter was there.
He died in Iraq.
'BUY THE OLD MAN LUNCH PLEASE'
HOMELESS PAUL sat with a pitchboard sign
He was an Afghan veteran without an eye and with PTSD.
A guy named Ahmed gave him a dollar
and said 'MAY ALLAH BLESS YOU'
What a piece of work is war?
A bunch of lunatics kill innocents
and another bunch of lunatics kill more innocents
to avenge the death of innocents.
And all we are left with in the end
are the rotten red ashes of humanity drowned in the wind...
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