Authors : Warra-Warra

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I see them..
so disfigured..
men standing alone
so defenseless
against the light
of the moon
so desolate against
the orange
painted skies
this strange and
‘bloody’ war..
will it end soon?

How distant
it all seems now..
where is my home?
My naked soul
flaunted to the stars..
am i alone?
I shiver..
`tis so cold.. so cold..
or am i dreaming?
Listen.. 'tis the sound
of a baby's cry..
or am I screaming?

Notes: Published In "A Forgotten Paradise" - The International Library Of Poetry 

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