Tormented ghosts!

Ghosts, ruins, and smoke

Here and there a column or two

Through stone and empty windows poke

The burning sky to woe

Screams of moms and dads, no one hears

Screams for their children’s live

Little ones and tears

Arms reach to the sky

The innocent are burning

Breathe heaven and hell

For sanctuary yearning

Are there victors

It’s hard to tell

Sirens and screams, death, and ghouls

Showers in the white house for the wars heirs

Not wash the dirt from their souls

Righteous they gloat in their chairs

Some hide behind the bushes

They come in pairs

To direct their ambitions

Cowards all the war to stall

Need fulfill their vision

Yet of Christ they speak, what gall

One especially in that minimal bunch

His name it starts with C

All this is just a hunch

Who in that bunch would be?

Shoots friend and foe alike

Just on a friendly stroll

And takes it all in stride

As if it was his goal

His brilliance it has blinded him

He cannot see his sin

Obtuse are too the others

His vice is out to win

Consulting not he bothers

Those left with grief

The child and mother

For them, there’s no relief!

22/11/2007