In War....

Blood shed and more blood shed...

A parent's grief, a haunting, endless cry,

In hospitals, where hope begins to die.

Resources scarce, the wounded left to fate,

A stark reminder of humanity's true state.

 

In war's cruel dance, the first to fall is grace,

Retaliation seeks its darkened space.

Born from the depths of anguish and despair,

It blinds the heart, engulfs it in its snare.

 

 

Alla Antsis

October 10, 2023

Author's Note

Humanity is always the first casualty of war. And it is difficult to keep in check when seeking revenge, no matter how justified.

Reviews

[Chris Shaw]

The innocents always suffer. Your poem is a raw reminder of yet more conflict and the butchery of warfare. I am fearful of what is to come dear Alla. Your stanzas are penned perfectly.

Chris

[Alla Antsis]

Thank you, Chris! Sure understand the "fearful of what to come" when such horrors are committed in teh name of 'justice"