Bloodshed,
Bullets fed –
Crimson-wet sand,
A shattered hand –
A battered face,
A stranded race –
A branded chest,
A weeping breast –
A sleeping truth,
Death does soothe –
A dying dream,
Hearts do scream –
A screaming call,
Before they fall –
Peace resigns,
Burnt blood shines…
~ September 4th, 2013
© Sana Rose 2013
Sharp as a razor.This would make a really good performance poetry piece.
what a strong poem Sana! enjoyed.
Thank you for the wonderful comments, Louis and Dom. 🙂 Humbled..
Powerful and stark.
Thank you Gopalji. 🙂
bulls eye…. on the mark.. each and every word…