DEATH Poem: Highway of Death, by Andrew Clark

Haunted by dreams, deep in despair
I can feel your presence, why are you there?
The fires are burning; the stench fills the air
Of fuel and flesh, there’s death everywhere.

We hover above, looking for life.
The uplifting wind cuts through like a knife.
The living they stagger; they fill the debris
The hell we had given them, they seek to be free.

Arms wave in the air, for them it is done
They only seek shelter, relief from the sun.
They fought for a tyrant, some food, and some money
But where was it now? Isn’t life funny?

But not all are forlorn; not all are defeated
The fight lingers on, the wrongs are repeated.
One shoots to the sky, some others they follow
A shot hits inside, the sound of it hollow.

An order comes back to shoot, return fire
To bring death to life, to add to the pyre.
But one thought, it nags, must all have to die?
The order redoubles, bring death from the sky.

How long will it linger, the day we played God
We chose life and took life with barely a nod.
And now we are haunted and deep in despair
Our thoughts are unspoken, in need of repair.