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In Streets Serene

Hell, and all its furies, cannot match it.
Sadistic rape and violent sabotage.
A door kicked wide, a horror blood montage,
Brutal manhood cocked like terror’s hatchet.

In streets serene a woman with a basket,
Carries shrouded sorrow in silent courage,
Passing guarded soldiers whose barrage
Had nightly stolen flesh and laughed to watch it.

Sullen mirth is lost in brutal hate,
As battlefield’s blossom in their rage.
A mother’s son in war now comes of age
To rape and bleed and scream and forget too late.

In silence will their grim adventures lie,
In silence will their mothers mutely die.

 

 

© 2003 Thomas A. Ekkens