Tears masked by falling rain
flow unabated down faces
subjected to war and pain
Broken spirits pick up pieces
of broken souls in falling rain
Warring nations battle for power
not minding bodies left in lanes
Sighs of woe fill a chemical air
ignored by a hubris, gone insane
I stand and stare in a helpless state
as my tears mingle with theirs in falling rain

©Vivian Zems
(#Fold poem)

Real Toads- Fashion Me Your Words

Day 28