Cry of the Innocents

(Written during the Lebanon-Israeli war of 2006) 

The anguished cry of the innocents shrouds the stillness of the night.
The souring stench of death, the blood from their slaughter
Seep through and stain the veil of the satin moonlit sky
A country in turmoil, caught up in a battle it did not want to fight

As murderous intents reign supreme, they harvest not heroes but killing machines
Lessons from the past are ignored. The rabid campaign carries on.
Who counts the bombs, the missiles, the precious lives lost?
Is this a battle for freedom or the beginning of a new Holocaust?

Comments

shefali said…
you should send this to a newspaper and get it published !!! this is EXCELLENT!

now on another note, i am leaving on tuesday. so might i get to see you before that?
August 10, 2006 2:45 pm
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