DESOLATION OF WAR
The sirens don't sound,The church bells no longer ring.
All the people have given up,
Moved well below ground.
There's no such thing,
As a lovely war.
When you shiver in fear, Waiting
for what tomorrow may bring.
When will the war end,
No one really knows.
I used to watch the sunset,
Now all I see is the afterglow.
At least that's what I see,
When I close my eyes. Along with
Villages burning children dying,
Father's sobbing, mother's wailing.
The smell of death is carried,
Around the world.
It's been quiet for many years,
But nothing ever grows;
Not above ground.
There's no one left around,
To ring the church bells.
The world is desolate above,
It's best not to go there;
When you live underground.
Somewhere in the silence,
A mother cries.
Poetry by Alan J Ripley
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Written on 2025-02-04 at 03:41
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