Upon!

Upon those streets the blood did run

children playing having fun.

The soldiers came cold and callous

their hearts filled with malice.

Nobody was immune no mercy shown

seeds of hatred were  sown!

 

That day was but another in their fight

to see the next morning light.

Food a luxury all amenities destroyed

with their lives the army toyed!

Oppression and misery all they knew

surely a reason they were due!

 

The bombs rained down on the meek

their bodies increasingly weak.

Resistance grew the houses crumbled

and the ground rumbled.

Their faith through adversity not shaken

though many loved ones taken!

 

This  scenario has forever been repeated

their spirits can never be defeated.

Nothing changes in the history of mankind

always the aggressors and maligned!

Centuries have passed the coffins filled

forever the innocent killed!

 

The Foureyed Poet.

 

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