Violence ringing out like a stray bullet
Killing everything it touches dead
As babies are beheaded in front
of their beaten and whimpering parents
And elderly people are kidnapped
It rains the color red over Israel
Death becomes the siren
A symbol of imminent demise
The rooms of each house
Are now bloody graveyards
Where soldiers collect the bodies
And only clouds of dark smoke cover the sky
The land is on fire as survivors hide
Ultimately, no one wins,
because everyone dies.
About the Poem
This poem is about the horrible attacks being done to the people of Israel and the reality of violence.
About the Author
K.G. Munro is an author and poet. Here are a few of her writing credits: Indian Periodical, Ink Pantry, The Wombat Post, Pawners Papers, Reformed Journal, FreshOutMag, Spillwords, Scottish Book Trust, Mad In America, Earthly Comforts and Humans Of The World Blog.