War Poem by Gert Strydom

It’s bad to experience war,
to see your fellow man die
and I heard even the blue sky
cry in anguish,
while the survivors
clench on to their meagre belongings.

It’s terrible to kill or be killed
and my heart knocked in pain
while blood fell like rain
and the wounded and dead,
were lying everywhere
and I saw children weep.

It’s horrible to see innocent civilians
shattered, broken, wounded
and living in the killing fields
and my soul was torn apart,
while the earth shook in sorrow
and for a eternity
words of peace wasn’t spoken
and the savage killing raged on.