Its shocking, the shifting sands of conflict;
as brutalised bodies are buried in shallow
graves while the wolves of war bare their
teeth and and snap and snarl mercilessly.
It is like a cloud of insanity descends and
sense and rationale are sold as ransoms
for seeding the ground with blood. We
watch as if watching a murderous movies.
Do we feel the loss, can we bear to weep,
and wail, for the gross injustice of this
assault on the human rights of children
murdered by icy cold hearted leaders?
The child’s eyes are closed
and her heart stops beating.
War showing again its yellowed
face of cowardice and words
bandied around are lies and
propaganda because they
face the truth
that it is