Whispers Sleep On Silent Dreams
Whispers sleep on silent dreams.
I hear in my sleep the innocent ones screams.
Tears fall from dead mothers eyes,
Silent are their screams for their little children’s soft cry.
Bombs continue to fall from an unrelenting sky.
The stench of death and destruction is lain upon the desert of mans final collapsing sigh.
Peace - peace- then sudden destruction doth arise.
Look up, look up for salvation is nigh.
J. Allen Wilson © 6/29/2014
Sandie
Our salvation is in ourselves. We must stop playing war as though it were some kind of serious game that we are required to play.
Ron
enjoyed reading your poignant poem