A Bride In A Shroud Poem by Rita Pal

The blood of the innocent
Pave the steps to heaven
A price was paid, a bounty sealed
A statistic concealed, a soul erased
Gold was counted by sniveling men
Who gleefully carry their hearts of ice
Playing dice with gold coins
While gambling with silver souls

Rose petals wilt by the shroud of the bride
Laced with raindrops that freeze in the night
Waterfalls of tears cracked the tired hearts
The saddened eyes of the old remember
They remember the smiles that once lived
They remember the brave lights
Before the crimes of the truth
Were paid by the blood of the dead.