Through the streets of sadness
Now veiled in mists of sorrow
Where hope is but an effigy
Of what may come tomorrow
Grime encrusted faces streaked
By tears that have no feeling
Their bodies and their senses numbed
In a place deoid of healing
Revenge and hate now fill the air
Amid the screams, the dead and dying
Burning rubber, dust and smoke
Caress a child no longer smiling
The bomb is indescriminate
Of the lives it tears apart
Blind to the chaos that ensues
Or the anarchy it starts.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Another brilliant one from you Graham. I love all your poems they are super. Check out the line 'In a place devoid of healing, the 'v' is missing, which spoils a lovely write. Just thought you ought to know this. Love Ernestine XXX