Survivors

(For the lost voices of war)

 

    We prayed for heaven, we’ve lived in hell, awash in the morning rain.
        The tormented struggles, many untold,
boxes of gold rings, countless in numbers,
                where the howling outrage pitied those laid below;
     Burning fumes, ashes lifts, splatters a sip of wine,
remembrance by all, we've cried,
        to those granted the living a continued road.
In peace souls rest, though the silence's disturb,
    ruing our careless children we've sowed.

 

Reviews

[MOON]

War is pretty futile , very good imagery .

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[Coyote Poetry]

I served in the Army for 15 years. I saw Bosnian, Africa and Asia. The poem tell a story of so many with no place to go when war is near and the innocent are in the way of violence and guns. You can see in the eyes of the people escaping. Fear and some hope to escape the terror of war.
"In peace souls rest, though the silence’s disturb,
ruing the careless seeds we’ve sowed."
Thank you for the outstanding poetry.
Coyote

[Aaron M. Anderson]

A lot of different emotions in this one. I may not understand the customs represented here, but I certainly sense the theme of respect.

[TheSweet]

And I'll say it again, your flow is pristine. You seem to have a sense of the beauty in the world, which should never go unnoticed. And that, I most certainly respect. Thanks for sharing.

[Luke Ritta]

Loved the first line...it really got me into the poem.
amazing

[Amy Tao]

you write very well, it is really realistic

[Yuan]

"Burning fumes, ashes lift, splatters a sip of wine,"

In my culture we burn offerings and pour a sip of wine on the floor as a sign of respect, gratitude and remembrance for the dead.