THEN THERE WERE NONE

A loud sound,
A few gunshots, one or two;
A cry, with the pain to kill one
And then,
Then there were none.

A playful cheer turned to wail;
A fallen angel, a fallen child
The streets, coloured red--
Stained with the love that bled;

Shattered glass glistened,as the sun,it shone
Crystal blood,fallen souls
The skies glowed red as dawn approached
To pay tribute to the fallen soldiers

Moonlight bled through frozen eyes
For today, several had lost their lives
A father lost a son, a wife her husband
A child lost his father, a sister-a brother.

For this day, would be remembered
The day, innocence bowed down to agony--
The day, hate sold love for ruthless murder,
The day that will be etched in history,forever.

‘Twas early morn--
Dew drops gazed at the sun,
A few gunshots-
A painful wail,yet so frail

Footsteps thumping bleeding,dry grass
Peace,it was stolen;
And then,
Then there were none.

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

Powerful, sad and honest words dear Poet.
"Footsteps thumping bleeding,dry grass
Peace,it was stolen;
And then,
Then there were none. "
The above lines are true. Violence fixes nothing. Thank you for sharing the amazing poetry.
Coyote

[Shweta Sunil]

Thanks,Coyote :)

[Coyote Poetry]

You are welcome.

[Abraham Luna]

Wow there was flow here and there to this one and I liked it very much

[Terry O'Leary]

Your fine poem shatters the silence...
Unfortunately, still nobody hears---

[Emily]

Great first line!
Well done!!

[Shweta Sunil]

Thankyou so much,Emily :")