Madness of War

Rockets falling from wounded
Screeching sore skies
Down to Mother Earth
Like huge black birds hugging the ripped
Open bellies of smoke filled
Cities and villages with still
Breathing human lives
Waiting to be wiped out
In an insane act of madness
Fire plums shoot up high in the air with
Blinding thick sickening smoke as the
Choking aftermath of
Exploded bombs which blindly hit
Target after target with no own
Consciousness where it is heading
To enemy bunkers or to a crib of a toddler
Who still holds a toy in his tiny
Fingers frozen in sudden death
In the twisted mass of gray colored
Ruins the cry is human
Peoples tangled with buckled iron
Skeletons of blown out
High rises as bizarre mementos in
Terrible moment of history
The old, the young the sick or
The strong with no nationality or faith
Just the faceless horror of death which
Unites them with a merciless
Collective suffering which sounds like
The last unforgiving word spoken
From an ancient God's mouth of stone
And will live in the memory as the
Curse of mankind which echoes over
The senseless battlefields

Jutka T. Emoke Barabas
Copyright by Jutka T. Emoke Barabas 2006