Hidden Poem by Regan Meade

Swirling ominous circles dance around feet of many,
Its very presence scares those afraid of the unknown,
And towers over those unafraid of what lies within.

Flashes of light could be dimly seen from the widows of ransacked homes;
Young ones cover their ears in fright as the screams haunt the shadows of their dreams.
It grows darker, but none knew the meaning; for it was always dark.
No one knew the warmth of the sun, for they have been in war for far too long.
They have forgotten what the blue sky looks like, for it has been dark for so long.

The sky weeps for the fallen and the earth has been stained red with the life force of many.
They loved and loathed the low grey clouds; the ones that hid on-looking eyes from seeing the blood of their fathers,
Spilled over a petty thing called greed and malice.