By Gypsie-Ami Offenbacher-Ferris
the monthly Poetorium’s Photo Poetry Prompt Project
Posted by Paul Szlosek
The bombs continue to tear and rip and kill
blasts echo within my chest
as my heart beats no more
How can it beat as my precious ones
hearts beat no longer – stilled by unholiness
stopped by the greed of man
The greed of man has stripped me
of my life my very soul torn from
the very essence within me
They lay here forever entombed
in the ground of a country
they no longer belonged to
Innocence halted tiny minds assaulted
by that they could never understand
will never have the chance to understand
nor will I
Gypsie’s Wonderful World of Words 
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