The river ran red; thousands died as they gave their lives <br />The king bowed his head; Widows and orphans this day <br />Families in mourning, and he, only he, was the cause. <br /> <br />The river ran red. Resistance at the cost of lives <br />Humans and animals died side by side <br />The mutilation and the pain, the Daya flowing red, flowing red <br />And thus it came about that <br /> <br />He knelt and cheeks wet, the King wept. <br /> <br />Edicts in stone that speak. Misery and bloodshed <br />But no glory. As far from glory as conscience can be <br />Watching the mayhem in misery.. <br /> <br />The river ran red. The King wept. <br /> <br />Copyright: Rani Turton<br /><br />Rani Turton<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-river-ran-red-the-kalinga-war/
