The charred bones of the houses
Stand against a crimson sky
Stand on their last legs
Waiting to fall to dust
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In the fangs of sleep! Thanks for sharing this poem with us.
In the lap of death They have to stay there Embracing the misery of their existence For they are condemned To a life of death.. a very realisitic poem especially at the present situation. thank you dear poetess. tony
Outstanding poem...The current affairs of the Middle East region in particular and over all world wide in general...War is inevitable in today's scenario........
In the lap of death They have to stay there Embracing the misery of their existence For they are condemned To a life of death The guns, the shells, the bombs The only music they hear Like a nightmare, in the fangs sleep. In the lap of death They have to stay there Embracing the misery of their existence For they are condemned To a life of death The guns, the shells, the bombs The only music they hear Like a nightmare, in the fangs of sleep.... nice theme. A poem with a real situation of the present has been beautifully presented. Thanks for sharing.