The silence speaks
In whispered trails
The lilac gown
In death is layed.
The angry rumble
Of observing skies
Pitter pat the rain
Upon frozen eyes.
A religous yealot
Speaks the names
Of the recent fallen
Lifeless frames.
Closeby the sound
Of nearing war
The sermon speeds
Crows they caw.
Distant thoughts
Dirty hands and faces
When will the slaughter end
In these surreal places ?
A statue amongst the rubble
Erect, untouched, unaffected
Hailed a miracle
By God protected.