A Broken Land Poem by Paul Warren

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A Broken Land

I saw a broken troubled land
That was refused at their command
And the people wandered alone
Their fate no longer their own

Where were their heroes now
Perhaps lying in a death so foul
Hell's hot breath had burnt them
Caught defenceless failing in the end

The parchment was used to find their way
But the words were faded refusing to stay
And what is left but unhappiness
The truth now lost in time not blessed.

© Paul Warren Poetry