Grey brown and red
dark shadows oppressively read the news
people buried the dream

too     deep    for    tears    to react

Bewildered in sand
wearing their grief
in tatters,
eyes raised heavenward

Peace had no chance
to breathe in red
puddles of war
all hopes
into the sea at last


Inside rubble
bodies hold each other
forsaken finally
by their god

Ghost children scream
for revenge in the night

 Peace never comes.  


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