Beneath vast skies of shades of
blue,
reaching out both far and ever near,
blanketing the young of heart so
true,
searching for peace in unwanted
tears,
Below the clouds so pure and white,
wandering endlessly without hope,
turmoil of war creates an ugly
sight,
making it impossible to trust or
cope.
Battle scarred land from here to
there,
innocent wounded, suffering, or
dead,
some in sight, others who are
nowhere,
the children hungry, needing to be
fed.
The act of survival in a world so
mean,
action or reaction without a single
clue,
spawns the tragedy of a bloody
scene,
here, under the skies of shades of
blue.
And society’s woes continue each
day,
there are no answers to the reason
why,
for war and power are the human way,
history shows it is how we live, and
die.