Unearthing the
Dead an Ugly Sight to See
Cautiously
treading, within dried bloody trails, that are better not walked,
Subjected to the
brutal sights hidden, of blunt trauma, better not talked!
Mass graves,
warily excavated, sodden soil sifted, with shovels and spades,
Unearthing the
truth, of the odious crimes, exposing bodies, badly decayed.
As the survivors,
unwillingly exhumed, terrible acts, of genocide wrought,
Their minds were
left languishing, down in ghastly dimensions of thought.
Unable to quell,
the pungent smells, and the feelings, of gut-wrenching pain,
As the recuring
visions, of victims unearthed, generated repugnance again.
The awful shock,
deeply entrenched, tainting their thoughts, sadly measured,
With brave souls,
badly distorted, their emotions wrung, and severely severed.
Stressed minds
stunned, with utter disgust, heads haunted beyond measure,
Heavy hearts
badly tortured, by the sights seen, now souls tormented forever!
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