Under the silky moon light,

As the soft breaths call from

another land with cotton candy delight.

Quietly, under the soft blanket

Where the child lies, mind drifting through the peaceful night.

Such innocence and hope, held shut in the casket,

Unaware of the chaos and bloodcurdling sight outside…

Run! Run! Hurry to the safe house!

Cluttering footsteps rushing with fear;

Scream and panic mingled with gun gear clicking,

Once so subtle, now floods with the blood and tears

Of a million lives – homeless, hopeless…

Her soft weeping – enclosed by the cold dead arms

Of someone she once relied on.

The devil sings, with twisted tongue,

Accompanied by an alarming explosion,

She cries – anger burning at the top of her lungs

As ashes fly through the flesh red town;

Collapsed, like the pushed over building blocks.

The scene hunts me in the sleep

Like shrieking souls, clenching my skin;

Scorching voice begging for peace and vengeance…

If in some ferocious dream, you too could hear

The dreadful pleading, the bullets piercing

Through furious men, cold and apathetic,

My friend, you would not be so keen

On the modern society

For the world is not so peaceful

With bliss and luxury,

For the Lord is eminently a man of War.

I am proud of my figurative language used in the poem, they turned out to work great with my theme, the rhyme gave the poem some rhythm, so it was more vivid.

Image citation:  Russ Mills. “Byroglyphics Beauty in Chaos”. Between Mirror. Retrieved: Nov 24, 2017, http://www.betweenmirrors.com/2013/05/russ-mills-byroglyphics-beauty-in-chaos.html