Land Of Regret

• Kefah Farache, Grade 9
• Poetry
• 2015

The shells of shock, grief, and anger pass, signalling the end of war.
As the ground ceases to shake the bones old and weary,there comes a time of silence, of remorse of shame.

Bare is the land,
weak is the earth,
bleak are the faces of the victims, as is their heart, as was their hope,
brittle are the ashes of freedom, scattered by the shame of war.

Even as a new dawn rises, it is dusk.
No choices, no freedom, no hierarchy remain.
a bitter betrayal to our ancestor’s lineage, Soon to to be forgotten by mankind.

Land of regret.