Grey days and the blackest of nights <br />Revealed by the dawn, the most terrible sights <br />Confusion runs wild, amid ruins and smoke <br />Pursued by emotions of anger and hope <br /> <br />Lives that are lost, In the blink of an eye <br />While friends disappear without even goodbye <br />Where courage and cowerdice now go hand in hand <br />Fear being the bond, mixing blood in the sand <br /> <br />Compassions a luxury, that few can afford <br />Survivals the object, not points that are scored <br />Starvation and thirst, adds its bitter sweet taste <br />Whrenching childhood from infants, regardless of race <br /> <br />Still the blood of the innocents, soaks into the ground <br />Leaving little to show, not even a sound <br />Except for the tears, of those left behind <br />As a reminder to others, of the worst of mankind.<br /><br />Graham Jones<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/blood-of-the-innocents/
