The Survivors

• Emma Gerber, Grade 9, Mater Christi College -
• Poetry
• 2018

Excellence Award in the 'Horizon of Dreams 2018' competition

The moon hung ripe in the blackened sky,
The dead-eyed survivors passing by.
A silent people, weak and weary,
The voiceless, nameless, faceless.
Glassy-eyed, morose, forlorn,
Many shed a tear of mourn.
The left-behind, the lonely ones,
The voiceless, nameless, faceless.
Simply shells of former beings,
Onwards, they trudged, forever fleeing.
Through grassy plains, through drenching rains,
The voiceless, nameless, faceless came.
They spoke hushed pleas from deadened lips
And watched time slip through fingertips.
And onwards, onwards, ever onwards,
The voiceless, nameless, faceless came.
One by one, they could go no more,
Life wrenched right from them, ragged, raw.
One by one, they could go no more:
The voiceless, nameless, faceless.