Cornered Poem by james stillwell

Acrid smoke,
and not a word was spoke.
All you heard was women crying
for their children dying.

Now men cursing,
and shells bursting
The smell of death
as the dying ran out of breath.

A family crouched in a corner shaking in fear
is it the sound of the enemy coming near?
A grandfather shielding his family so brave
trying desperately them to save.

This is the sound and smell of war
as this corner of our world it tore.
This is man's inhumanity.
This is man's insanity.