A World Beyond Reason

 

A World Beyond Reason

A strange sickening smell, clogging the air, of fear and distress,

The confused crowd, together bound, burdened with stress.

Wrestling terrible visions, the slaughter, they narrowly survived,

Unable to grasp, what has happened, and why they’re alive.

Down on the platform, evacuees, desperately waiting to depart,

Away from the war-torn city, their homes ruthlessly ripped apart.

Reduced, to heart wrenching piles, of concrete rubble and dust,

Now facing uncertainty, anguish, and pain, struggling to adjust.

So lucky to escape, yet sad, as their lives, lie scattered in waste,

Their personal possessions destroyed; happy memories displaced.

Fearing the worst, their last goodbyes, barely heard, over the roar,

Mothers and children leaving, dutiful fathers, to fight in the war.

Poor little infants, unable to understand why, their parents are gone,

Orphans, caught in the grief-stricken flow, of this odd phenomenon.

As the tears flow freely, wondering why, their parents are dead,

Not knowing, where they are going, uncertain, of what lies ahead.

Old men and women, too fragile to leave, the homes that they love,

As thermobaric bombs, and lethal missiles, rain down from above.

Abiding with the terror of time, as the minutes, slowly drag past,

Not knowing when, or which enormous explosion, will be their last.

The sick and wounded, lying in hospital beds, behind sandbags,

Vital medicine in short supply, wounds carefully bound in rags.

The smell of blood, and iodine, wafting through crowded wards,

As more survivors arrive, on makeshift stretchers, and boards.

So many traumatised people, painfully waiting, biding their time

Wondering, what monster, will answer to this unbearable crime.

Written By: Alan.Clark@WW1POET (March 2022)