The Sunday Whirl ~ Wordle 550 ~ #Poetry
#War
Look to the Horizon… #Poetry
Look to the Horizon
Black night when souls Fall beyond the horizon Chains crash like dark waves Against the shore Birds, pecking on glass Glass breaking Flesh torn Pierced through to the heart Is this the sound of war? The sound of sorrow? Hot tears like desert rain Taking life back to where it came Human dust fills the air Life is futile Time consists of silence The living weep All in vain… ©AnitaDawes2022
Broken… #Poetry
The Sunday Whirl ~ Wordle 460 #Poetry
What is it good for?
History speaks of war
Souls lost to man’s envy
Rights demanded for this and that
With no platform
The desperate, the outnumbered
The small voices never heard
Dismaying, forcing me to pray
Words feathered into dust
Hope jeopardised by the threat
Of history repeating itself
Unless we put a stop to it now…
©anitadawes 2020