Rivers and Borders

               Rivers and Borders
In the darkness of the night,
And falling snow in the morning light
Bombs like constant falling stars.
Millions displaced, homes no more,
Families shattered, divided and lost.
Their bodies carrying multiple scars.
Heading into the unknown,
Without a guiding star.
Hurriedly marched by the falling shells
Hell burning before their very eyes.
What is left behind are the fighting men
The disabled and those who were hospitalised.
The children for whom life support is now
Beyond reach. The severed veins and arteries
Of life are burnt and disposed.
No medication, no nurses, no familiar assuring faces
Chemotherapy now is a distance memory.
Look at their distorted faces, feel their eyes crying with suffering passed any measure a human can bear or understand,
At such innocent young age, destruction painted
On their bodies and souls.
Near the boarder all the fear is realised
Rivers of tears, echos of hell and blood.
Tragedy is played by remote control and command,
From such distance lands, bombers
Rain cluster ammunitions, destroying man and land,
and the death tanks show no mercy
To hospitals, water tanks, the injured, the mutilated
And the maimed.
To what hell are we heading?
And what bitter inhumane bloody end.
K@42