Broken Playthings

Left to lie in shattered pieces,

Excruciating pain that never ceases,

That is why it’s excruciating.

We are broken plaything, left to lie,

Lying on glass, staring blankly at sky,

There are no stars.

The wind is singing our lives away,

We lie there, broken, they come to play,

But we are all broken.

There is nothing left to do but lie still,

Deadened eyes that watch men kill,

We don’t save the victims.

We are playthings, cracked and shattered,

Bodies surround us, dead and battered,

Their empty eyes watch us.

We feel no guilt, we did no harm,

We watch the storm, we watch the calm,

We lie, broken playthings