Modulated by the distance the weapons deadly howl <br />announces <br />then cuts a murderous swath across the infants brow... <br /> <br />Metal embedded matrix within the Mothers breast <br />she and child no longer live <br />to see the village burn <br /> <br />No fruited vines for dinner wine <br />no shady hammock rest <br /> <br />Ravaged and disfigured minds <br />structure falls apart <br />drowned in pain cursed by thought <br />clothed in bloody rags <br /> <br />A litany of drama screams <br />stirrers the barbarous life <br />of each and every sad soul <br />caught in this eternal night.<br /><br />Stephen S. Yeandle<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/congo-tears/
