THE DUST OF WAR
Bodies broken, shattered hearts, desolation rife
Orphaned children, worthless lives
Emptiness, no help arrives
Governments with sharpened knives
Trading bombs for life
This is War, this is War, bloody sacrifice
Cities levelled, fires of hell
Stricken people blankly gaze
Memories now, the bitter haze
The dust of war, this is War
©Henry Birtles