AFTER BATTLE

The desolate land
Scorched by the sun and blown by the wind
Hit by the wrath of thunder and lightning
And more…
The sounds of crying children, showers of gunfire
The screams of the wounded, the cries of the helpless
The soil stained with the blood….
Blood of friend? enemy?
What does it matter?
All blood is mingled, all blood is one.
Blood is blood, pain is pain
When blood is shed, life is lost.
The heated wind blows through the empty streets.
Broken and battered, left to rot
Corpses covering the road
Like the dead carpet to a banquet of hell.
And the child stands alone, overlooked by the soldiers.
Alive after battle…..
Alive?
He stands in the bloody courtyard of the nursery school
“I wonder what they fought for” he asked.
No answers, no response.
Only the aura of death.
Just the picture after battle….