Matricide

There she lay cold and barren
Soulless, her breath stolen by greed
Covered in ash, in blood… rotting
Nary a sound from her mouth
Silence in the dead night
She lay covered with those that hath exhaled life

No man mourns her for death
No tears shed upon the day of her death
Not a single lily was placed on her coffin
The eulogy, great: but no one can speak those words
Her funeral, empty: cold is the earth on that unspoken day

Blood poisoned with toxin old and new
Poisons that run deep, and thicken the aer with it’s vapours
And salts the soil below her so to impede life
Smother all with the ashen powder that slowly choked all

Dead she lay, dead all lay
Upon the fiery ground
As snow fall upon our lifeless bodies

Such a fragile and lonesome thing…
Man has committed many murders

But none as loathsome as Mother Earth

Empty Bodies

They float upon the river
Broken, bruised, half buried under each other
Slaughtered men… the victims of battle
And nearby lies a village, meek and small
Whose huts contain the empty bodies of those the warriors swore to sustain
Burnt cinders of charred bodies line the flaming houses
Wounded in death, the bodies lie in the streets
Skin ripped open from the bullets
Children lie dead in the old square
All we can do now in their honour
Is to bury the empty bodies
And tell their untold stories