September Morn
I saw the flames
And I wandered
The streets
Saw the father
Cradle his child
In disbelief
Empty eyes stare,
Filling the land
Moments of terror, defeat
Mothers, sisters, brothers
Desperate
Some lost, some looking
Some dead, some living
While far away in another land
Braggarts cheer
In ignorance, conceit
I bear this burden, lost comrades
Ashes of futile hatred
Cover my feet.
by Elly
This one was from a challenge at Harmony Pub yesterday to find an inspirational line in another poets poem and write a poem from it. I chose the first line which was written by Bryan.
Thanks for reading friends.
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