The 6th of September came again
and brought memories of war
blasts and fights in darkness so close
courage prevailed as fears grew
everyday a front opened, new-
each day brought a fresh death
young and tender with a soft breath
cooled!!
a formless form-
when nothing was gained
from the destructive storm
thrown and blown and shown around;
and all that was Holy and stately and grand
was in an instant brought to the ground;
Memories remain of
a love lost
a shattered dream
a silent scream
And the War goes on....
And bodies fall
And so do the leaves
And so do the trees
And so many tears
And September Calls.....
Who is being fooled......
Who is being ruled
Who is hiding and law abiding
Who is lost and who is found;
I wonder who is the victor
And when will be the last round;
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I think about kids who are living with war every day , it hurts my soul deeply.