A man hovers by a hospital bed
Looking for life amongst the dead
A girl stands in a crowded street
With heavy heart she admits defeat
A boy sits amongst the rubble
A shattered dream: a tale of trouble
A woman toils beneath the sun
A life of misery: nowhere to run
An army marching in the street
The sound of guns, clattering feet
A child is injured, a soldier dies
A tangled web of deceit and lies
A country divided. A state of war
A living hell. A closed door.
The man prays by a hospital bed
Seeking the forgiveness of the dead
The girl escapes the crowded street
A single bullet: silent in defeat
The boy shivers amongst the rubble
His family dead: a life of trouble
A woman kneels beneath the sun
Exhausted, spent, her work is done
An army shouting in the street
The sound of mortar, unbearable heat
A child is orphaned, a soldier fires
A tangled web of directives and liars
A country divided. A state of war
A living hell. Another closed door.
Comments
Silver Spun Sand | December 17, 2009 - 12:15
You have written a very powerful poem here, ellydawn and painted a vivid picture for the reader (just a wee typo, third stanza; should be 'deceit')
I also like your use of repetition, which is especially effective in a piece such as this.
Tina
ellydawn | December 19, 2009 - 11:50
Thank you for your comments - I appreciate them! I've corrected the typo, too!
Elly