The shells fall

Inspired by the indiscriminate shelling of cities during war time. And the helplessness of being on the receiving end

Through strewn rubble I rush, I stumble

My heart holds tight,to scared to beat.

I have to find shelter, I pray I find shelter

All around decay I see, no place to hide or weep.

The children in bare feet, begging scraps to eat.

Their faces show with gaunt expressions

A situation oh so bleak

But on I stumble, my conscience meek.

I must find shelter, and then I see...


To the earth I creep



I fumble into a broken cellar, to the walls I cling

I hear in the distance the guns have begun to ring

Relentlessly pounding they sing

The ground begins to boil and bubble

When will it stop, the relentless toil of drumming all around

Am I safe in this hole in the ground

Do they not know nor care

The death they happy throw like a farmer spreading seeds in the air.

They have the war they seek

Sleep will not come for it has abandoned me, I the wretched, the weak.

The pounding continues I feel it in my teeth. It's growing near

My heart dare not beat, do they know I'm here

Once I lived

I laughed I dreamed.

No sorrows had I, and now they wage war, against the weak.

Whilst proclaiming its peace they seek.....

Then flash!

at last the enticing eternal sleep....