The drums of war and sorrow

angola17The head is filled with pain and flashes
a splinter of a memory
sable dust on open wounds
becomes a human’s tragedy

The house is worn with holes and bruises
a shadow of hilarity
scorched earth on gaping fields
becomes a country’s malady

Who has said we want this war?
Who decides on less and more?
Who can take our lives away?
And who’s the winner anyway?

The sky is shred in tears and claret
a fragment of eternity
billowed cloud on beaten ground
becomes a soldier’s blasphemy

The air is cringed with dread and terror
a notion of its purity
anxious thought in battered minds
becomes a people’s atrophy

Who has said we want this war?
Who decides on less and more?
Who can take our lives away?
And who’s the winner anyway?

16 Comments

    1. yes, my experience of it is limited, the couple of times were definitely enough for me: but imagine being trapped and the only way out is to take what you can and run? Where to? Devastating…

  1. “Who has said we want this war?
    Who decides on less and more?
    Who can take our lives away?
    And who’s the winner anyway?” Good questions. Who will give you a real answer?

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