War slew
a hole right through
the place where
my child I'd bear
War tore my limbs from me
War took his sanity
Gone... is the home that we shared
The rest of the world does not care
Belongings strewn
Lives doomed!
Futile waste
Hate in haste
A nation mourns
...stolen new dawns
Rivers of red
Children dead!
What could have been
...remains unseen
© Debbie Razey 2015