Red Lilies Under Broken Ground
Do the selfish greedy few
Watch the innocent die
And bleed upon the morning dew
Do they inhale the red dust
Above the crumbling homes of trust
Has their warring blackboard
Been desecrated by the blood-spattered horde
Sacrifice by their beheading swords
The white doves of peace are crying
While the red lilies of love
Lay under broken ground dying
Oh dear Ivor, your poem evokes the sadness, terror and anger we all feeling.
Thanks Jo. the war situation is sadly brutal and incomprehensable
Ivor, a poignant, hard-hitting poem. Vivid imagery!
Thank you Cheryl … the war is sad and brutally incomprehensable, writing my words from a distance is the best I have to offer those war torn people of the Ukraine
What a beautiful poem packed with heart-rendering emotion!
Thanks Jaya for reading and commenting
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