Hear The Cries

Hear the cries,
wails of grief and pain;
see the traces,
on tear-stained faces,
stand and say
never…never again.

Look at the devastation,
a history blasted away;
feel their pain,
smell the stain,
as they try only
to live another day.

Senseless death,
innocent blood lost;
see the tears,
that will last for years,
a foolish, needless battle
with too high a cost.

Yet, they stand,
with a determined will;
to fight for their freedom,
not for a kingdom,
they rise again and again
while their blood does spill.

The world mourns,
and weeps for them;
yelling stop the tyranny,
the lustful conspiracy,
wondering why his own
don’t endeavour to condemn.

The time will come,
and the price will be paid;
but too many will have died,
too many will have cried,
and too many in unmarked graves
will be laid.

© Leslie C Dobson

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