This is a poem I had written about 5 years ago, though one which seems rather appropriate given the atrocities the innocent of this world are facing on a daily basis today.
Will you walk the lands worn down by ancestors past?
Will you cry the tears of pain of those fallen into cruel traps cast?
Will you wail as misery sets in, haunting souls hold you fast?
Will you scream in blinding pain, stars of the universe ablast?
Will you stare in confusion, your face pale, expression aghast?
How will you act, standing alone, lying still on a cold, hardened bed?
How will you sing, your voice a whisper in the wind long dead?
How will you stand, on branches and twigs, shells of a life once led?
Could you walk now on lands where the dead resign, strictly alone?
Could you raise your voice, could you whisper comfort in pain?
Could you do all this from the cold earth in which you’ve lain?