Tears Of Dust

By: Wome

Wounded at the heart; no words no reason,

Against humanity, civilisation, a terrible treason,

We cry tears of dust; impaled by the blade,

Ardent rage for a deed that will never be repaid,

We sigh for the dead; the madness around,

We kept vigil for our enemy, but the blade has no sound.

People die needlessly; no honour is spared,

Their candles extinguished as onlookers stared,

Unable to stop their descent into the void,

People stood alone, their true faith destroyed,

They fell from the sky; like leaves from a tree,

Angels with no wings, in a reality they could not see.

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