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.
No comments:
Post a Comment