Wednesday, July 23, 2014

Fall











Like leaves falling before their time
Like flowers snatched
and shredded into a million pieces
A mother, a child, a father, a son
Charred to death
Wedding rings stolen from the ashes
Lay a rose, shed a tear
As the bells toll,
Question humanity and never forget,
The day orange turned into red.

(A poem I wrote after watching the Dutch memorial services for the #MH17 victims).

Image courtesy: Getty Images. 

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