A voice without a tongue
within in my head
Says….it is Tuesday morning
..and…
The sky is grey again
That surly sky is grey again.
Beyond the clouds there is universe
of light and sparkling bright.
A vast and twinkle sight of dancing light,
…a sort of happiness.
But here…on dying earth
the days are more than grim.
Strange heartless men in battle gear
begin to kill again….
….and kill and kill..
Down here on earth…we sit
in helpless grief…And see before
our tortured eyes…blood spill…
Small children severed limb from limb
by psychopaths…..
The endless lines of unmarked graves
and…homes reduced to rubble dirt…
…And now we wonder if it’s true,
that humans are the lowest form
of life on earth?
Kristine Byrne 7am 3rd May 2022
Image based on Hell by Fellipo Napoletano