The sound of guns
Could be heard everywhere
There was no immediate hope of peace
Neither for the young nor for the old
Shivering out there in the cold
Even in the dark and dank air-raid shelter
The frightened people ran helter-skelter
Fears and tensions rose high
As military flares lit up the sky
This was no firework display
But an attempt to keep the enemy at bay
The aged and children were readied for flight
While the rest could only moan their plight
Nothing seemed remotely right
With neighboring countries determined to fight
This exchange of gunfire when finally done
Will leave behind human debris by the tonne
And will then perhaps go down in history
As just another avoidable catastrophe
Sandra Martyres
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/at-war-2/
