Latin: /'vɒks pɒpjʉliː/ VOICE OF THE PEOPLE

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Wednesday, February 9, 2011

Dreamers of Tomorrow by A Hess

My head is spinning
My breath comes fast
Images are blurred
Future, present and past

A flash of light
The movement slows
What wonders what
This scene will hold

I see an ocean
Of dark red blood
A field of corpses
Left in the mud.

All these horrors
This pain and sorrow
Is this what's left
For the dreamers of tomorrow?

1 comment:

  1. So shocking, sorrowful and poignant. The last stanza is especially effective in carrying across your message, and I really feel the sorrow and anger in your poem.

    (And yes I know, my professional tone must be irritating...)