The Ruins Of Iraq Poem by Jonathan Martinez

The lone man stares,
With piercing sight
At the Ruins of Iraq.
He sees the pain
And toil,
Of the hands
That raised his Fatherland.

No longer is the place
Where his heart belongs,
So now even emptiness
Begins to weep.
His memories cry loud,
For the home that is
-No more.

In this land,
Leaders ignite,
People are left in brokenness
Children play obedience
Without promise
Of Hope.
And the world gazes
With Indifference,
Upon the Ruins of Iraq.