All Drawn Together in Deep Sorrow Wrung

 

All Drawn Together in Deep Sorrow Wrung

The mourning bell, often chimed, with unforeseen grief, in sorrow rung,

With sallow tones, cast upon each face, to the sounds of sadness sung.

Blinding tears rent, flooding from war torn eyes to eternal grieve cleft,

Distressed people, the shell struck nation, broken hearts, in sadness heft.

Heads bowed in solemn prayer, to reflect upon each soul, sadly erased,

In reverence of each live, that has been lived, lasting images engraved.

In confusion, so many questions enduring, within their minds, “Why?”

Hands raised together in prayer; spiritual thoughts extending to the sky.

Within each heart, poor souls beset, unwanted symptoms of tragic news,

Left to reason, wherefore tragedy struck, their thoughts totally confused.

Eyes set, where the hands, upon the face of time, for a half beat, stopped,

Wretched echoes, fearsome sounds reverberating, from the missiles dropped.

Within the deafening roar, brought by the resonance, off hatreds applause,

Hands of revenge, that in loud thunderclap, to the unwanted beat of wars.

Within the motherland, lives wrenched, to and fro, like pendulums swinging,

Life marking time, all counting down, with shellshocked ears, loudly ringing.

Each person waiting, for dooms hammer blow, the final stroke, of awful pain,

To spend infinity, time eternal, in a grave, where their remnants will be lain.

The fervent bonds of love, so badly broken, with all thought of salvation lost,

Beyond the devastation wrought, together paying the debt, of freedoms cost.

Written By: Alan.Clark@WW1POET (April 2024)