A Sea Of Senseless Victims Poem by Mark Heathcote

A Sea Of Senseless Victims



Sent into waves under a litmus blue moon,
The sea came ashore. It lapped at their feet
But wanted more. It wanted their homes, our freedom
Its stay was short, but who could save them or us
Since its occupation, when it's ordered in
By warring nation's tanks & killing machines.

It makes every greedy beggar of life bleed,
Bleed for more.
It makes every nonviolent pacifist man seethe,
Seethe, for even less.

Puts all the wilting flowers to bed, dying
Early, returning drowning in their graves
They're dying young, not old.
Before they've got a chance to procreate themselves,
Do seeds like these blue forget-me-nots now-then-just rot?
They'll be long-forgotten by war-mongering men, often rotten.

Saturday, November 28, 2015
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Shakil Ahmed 28 November 2015

you have expressed your feelings very well in the poem, thanks for sahring

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