Desperate Times

It seemed like the end of the world,

As flags of each nation unfurled;

The boots hit the ground,

With a heavy sound;

Hearts did pound,

Blood curdled.

It's hard to imagine such fate,

In the midst of bloodshed you wait;

With their heavy loads,

In the soldiers strode;

The abode,

They ablate.

Will we ever find such a peace,

That grants on our lives a new lease?

The body count soars,

Our souls do implore;

Where's the door?

No, new grief.

(c) 2017 Miriam Ruff

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