This is not my experience but that of a family friend, who still suffers nightmares.


Blood and sand.

I feel i've been to hell and back
And i've seen a thing or to
I've stared at death right in the face
And seen starvation through

I've rubbed shoulders with those in poverty
And smelt the stench that said decay
I've seen the wild eyed and the sobbing
Fall upon the ground and pray

Tasted cordite settle on my lips
While my ears still rang with pain
Saw the tears of frightened children
As they huddled in the rain

The flash that turns the night to day
Then heat and choking smoke
While tomorrow brings new terrors
In the wake of faltering hope

Thousands fled their lands and homes
With little else to show
Except the clothes upon their backs
And nowhere else to go

Some have called it ethnic cleansing
Genocide should give a clue
Has mankind not learned anything
Since the horrors of world war two.



Poetry by penfold18
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Written on 2005-10-30 at 14:49

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Black Knight
Oops...one little typo...
Best reGards, of course :))
2005-10-31


Black Knight
The WWII is a ugly scar on the face of all mankind. I think, that it never should disappear...
Best rerards.
2005-10-31


Zoya Zaidi
Agood take on ethnic cleansing, the curse of modern day mankind. Evebody has dreams and nightmare- they are the voice of your subconscious. Great piece!
2005-10-31


John Ashleigh
Gripping onto sanity after violence really is expressed, is a very hard challenge. Nightmares aren't a nice thing.

Very good poem, keep it up.
2005-10-30