Hidden People Poem by Christopher Withers

Hidden People

Rating: 5.0


screaming bombs fall from the sky
darkness washes out the eye
hidden people start to die

children’s voice becomes a cry
fires burn and memories die
screaming bombs fall from the sky

buildings fall and dust blows high
mangled wrecks greet the eye
hidden people start to die

planes they fail and fall from high
crashing down to writhe and lie
screaming bombs fall from the sky

acrid smoke burns the eye
whispered voices wail and cry
hidden people start to die

dirt filled mouth halts the cry
children’s screams end with sigh
screaming bombs fall from the sky
hidden people start to die

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This is my first attempt at a villanelle. It might be open to revision :) .

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Marci Made 19 March 2007

positively stunning and rips apart the heart, thinking of horrors past.......bringing to mind for me, a thing that never can I forget or not see the images, September eleventh.......thank you for this write......as even now the killing of innocents continues and continues, no end in sight.............marci :)

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