Pictures of war ravaged cities are hard to view.
They show ghostly portraits of what was a human crew.
Among the burned out shells of a city turned to trash,
Stragglers hand pick debris through homes now burned to ash.

One finds treasured mementos buried deep within.
A mem'ry of a loved one--some next of kin.
There lies the frame of a pram ev'n its tires are dust.
A tiny babe lies below reduced to charred crust.

Scorched trolleys partly hid beneath heaps of rubble.
Seated passengers ash sculptured begin to crumble.
These are skeletal horrors left behind by war.
When empty shells of hell's fire shall burn no more.