No Flowers, No Doves
When we entered the burning city
charred corpses greeted us.
A child's hand dangled from a scorched tree
and the twisted wreckage of a bus
mocked the stillness of the sky.
Gunner gagged, Ski scratched his head,
neither understanding why
he had to liberate the dead.
Leo Yankevich
So sad and thought-provoking, these kind of poems and yet they are deep and straight from the heart. Thanks for sharing.
ReplyDeleteI really like this - a really deep thought-provoking poem. Thanks for sharing.
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