SHRAPNEL AND BLAME

They stampede
as if they are running
with the bulls, but it is only
smoke and debris,
while some pull and others
fall to their knees.

In bewildered pleas
they reach for clarity,
wool over the eyes.
Fear heightened by
an evening sky.

Ideals exchanged by
shrapnel and blame,
innocence in pain
by the religiously trained.

And when the smoke clears
they leave a fear that
one day, it may happen again.

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

Powerful description. You create visions of destruction that shall never end.
"Ideals exchanged by
shrapnel and blame,
innocence in pain
by the religiously trained. "
The above lines. Told a honest truth. Thank you Rene for sharing the excellent poetry.
Coyote