Monday, March 10, 2008

Hope

The journey was harsh




People screaming, kids crying




Bullets fly through the air




No food, no water




Nothing left




People suffering and starving




Homes are gone




Loved ones are lost




Nothing left




Nothing left but hope



1 comment:

Miss A. said...

Your final line takes this poem in a new, unexpected direction. The whole idea is so sad, and then you take it to a better place with the idea of hope.