Golden hair
I hear your wish
Upon deaths face
Wars impure kiss
A German city
Allied bombing raid
A childs shoe and doll
Upon grounds cold grave.
Bodies in line
With tarpaulin sheets
Dusty faces
Rubble strewn streets.
An echo high
As if Heaven cries
Invisible tears
From a deeper eye.
More than a corpse
With frozen face
Eyes which stare
To a darker place.
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Author:
nephilim56 (
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- Comment from author about the poem: war and its victims
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Comments2
A sad and haunting write of the devastation of war, something we just have to much off, nicely expressed and written
thanking you, much appreciated
You are very welcome
Sadness is all that comes from wars disputes over land, power, beliefs, misunderstandings and greed. A well written piece the brings on strong feelings by the images presented. Well done
many thanks, appreciated
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