Unwanted Blood

Blood leaks through the walls

Turning white carpets crimson

Screams bouncing off the walls

Doors slamming

Locks clicking

Whimpers of animals cowering in corners

Babies wailing

Orders shouted

Disagreements screamed

Tainted smirks

Innocent faces

Shells hit the floor

Innocents down

Fire blazing

Houses crumble

Poor people

Violence was not wanted

Peace was given

Not accepted

Innocent souls roomed the lands

Tears of blood dripping off pale faces

Will we ever learn?

Must we kill innocents?

It’s proving a point they say

Bullshit

Babies did nothing

Why them?

They cause pain

They enjoy it

They crave it

Monsters is what they have created

Peace is what they want

Not fear

Not blood

Not misery

They want hope as the walls collapse

They want escape as bullets fly

Not death

Nor pain

Yet they get just that

How can we call ourselves human?

How can you sleep at night?

Do you hear the cries?

The pleas of your victims

Images of mangled bodies spread across the houses

Streets

Yards

Ropes griping their necks

Eyes blank

Dead

Must this go on?

Must we all die to have peace?

I thought we were supposed to make our own hope

I thought strength lives within

But how do we reach it

When blood surrounds up

Bullets slamming into us

How?

I wish I knew

Reviews

[Ethan Castner]

You say "Monsters is what they have created", are you sure they weren't monsters to begin with. One mans Peace is another mans Hell. But hey, to reach that hope you long for, you have to keep on searching, or maybe instead of looking at just the bad, look at the whole picture, the good in this world is all around you even if you cant see it, look at something long enough and you will find it. There must be good and bad to have balance, just sometimes we all get hooked onto the bad more than the good, i wish i knew THAT, Great poem Sorella great poem.