Standing Stones

The streets stare at you
Empty and longing
For its long gone children
Now there's no one left
The air still carries the smell
Of burning fires
As death fell from the sky
You could still hear the echoes
Of explosions and sirens
A symphony for freedom
We were told
No more worries
No more cares
Liberated by the hands of death

On a quiet night like tonight
You can hear the city weep
Heavy with the rubble
Of crumbled homes
Burdened with a past still lived
This ghost town of sorrows
Mankind's penchant for horrors
In the name of liberty
In the name of justice
That most victorious of cries

'Write this down,' they said
'These words we shall call History'
As they stood atop smoking ruins
And unmarked graves
''Put it on record
This most glorious of days
Evil has been destroyed
Tyranny has been subdued
Rejoice everyone
And taste the air of freedom
Partake of our benevolence
And learn from our ways
The way of the enlightened''
And on they wrote
That book they called History

The forgotten still mourn
Lost sons and daughters
This most sorrowful of days won't end
Though the sun rises and sets
Their stories stolen, rewritten
Woven into the narrative
Of justice so diligently served
They weep in freedom now
In a foreign land
Silent and unheard
Lest they be deemed ungrateful
While their homes stood empty
Nothing but standing stones

Reviews

[MOON]

Striking , history records while lives are destoryed.

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. my goodness ...
. you don't write poems ... you write epics ...