the milling crowd gaped in horror <br />their shouts of joyful welcome stifled. <br />Their hallowed hurrays, had turned into anguish, <br />As the petals of blood blossomed. <br />Life disintergrated before their stupefied eyes, <br />and their shrieks of horror and panic, <br />pierced the night air <br />like a rag torn in pieces by an angry child. <br />Adieu for Peace! <br />The teardrops of blood freshen the lilies. <br />Oh! Sleep no more Benazi! <br />Blood swamps the Land, <br />And peace has fled her Temple. <br />Sleep no more Benazi! <br />Behold, the teardrops of blood, <br />Splatter the sacred Earth.<br /><br />Kwame atta Pappoe<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/bloodrops-on-the-clouds/
