Dawn of Hope

Lifeless little body Of a boy about eight Lying on a pavement Covered with newspaper To conceal dreadful veracity Eyes wide open Died of hunger. A girl sobbing Cradled in her mother’s arms The father was taken Conundrum engulfed them Sufferers of war Dreams shattered Family viciously ruined. Heroes weep Lonely in the dessert Happiness devastated Hugging and loathing their armors Their only companions Far from their little kids Near their deaths. A mother’s wretchedness Remote from her son Embracing his memoirs. Then his casket is brought home Emblazoned with patriotism But her only cry Enfold the man she borne into her loving arms. Ethereal wishes flake apart The soul was shorn of The trappings of power victors Disconsolate dreamers Thrown in abysmal abyss War, poverty, power… The dawn of hope is gone.

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