Huddled together with those who clutch back, <br />all those innocent, ageless faces cry. <br />While enemy, gunner soldiers, each with <br />fire, confident justice is done, kill on. <br />Raw war, life's rotten rhythm radiates. Resounding distortions surge horror through <br />blameless bodies, futures, with spasms of <br />solicitude that explode inside their <br />souls, like mortar guts a shack; a homes no <br />longer known, the homeless and the vacant. <br />Longing for serenity, with all their <br />boundaries assaulted, the harmless live <br />with weeping wounds, dirty waters, shadows. Those whose families and friends, the creatures <br />too, who are blown into scraps, rain down on <br />the barren land like blood drops of the saints. Life roars, many times out of control. It <br />regurgitates itself. Repression and <br />depression and the battles fought, don't halt <br />to the sounds and thrills of newborn babies.<br /><br />alexandra mars edmonds<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/some-visuals-for-peace/
