War
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.
Explicit Literary Journal 