Bombs fall from B52's,
like dead bodies into open graves.
Their weight is deafening in the air.
The sound of life exploding is muffled
by the screams of children cradled
behind their mothers' veil.
Nothing in the black sky
is ever calm again.
Ravages of war
When I had something to fight with
I truly believed winning the war was attainable.
I could come up with a strategy for combat situations
with little rations or sleep to rest me alert during the day:
fighting all through the advanced night falls glowing with conflict.
Now that every turn is not trusted to curve into some safety
and children are not only children when they explode for a cause,
underneath a land mine hidden too well to unearth, the earth
trembles and the violence reaches every street.