There are blood spots on the school path
There are blood stains in the market place
There is blood flowing on the lake side
There is blood splattered on the village wall
Whose unfortunate blood? Who has fallen?
Everyday there’s mourning somewhere
Everyday there are funeral processions
Everyday we see a mother wailing somewhere
Everyday a child is orphaned, a wife widowed
Death is dancing his macabre disco everyday!
Flag draped coffins adorned with wreaths
Firing gunshots stand colleagues in uniform
Flowers none for many as they die unhonored
Felled to eternal rest
into earth’s embrace
Alas! My heaven has been turned into hell!
Hold, hold the firing,
stop, stop the guns!
Human woes and nature’s cries fill the air
Hear the lake sob swelled with tears and blood
Has anyone been any victorious to this day?
Enters Death flying his flag, rattling a laugh!
Xavier Bage
Thurs, November 02, 2017
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