Bones of the Unborn We came not by choice, but by divine decree, Soft bones of the unborn crushed beneath tyranny. Schools ignite, dreams shatter, skies rain fire, Innocence hunted by greed’s dark desire. Eyes plucked, hearts torn, minds consumed by night, Crows and vultures feast where hope once took flight. Yet amid the wreckage, whispers softly rise, A flicker of courage, reflected in children’s eyes. Tanks roll, bombs fall, devils still grin, Masked as humans, wearing the sin within. From home to home, creed to creed, we roam, Seeking shelter, love, a fleeting sense of home. We take nothing, demand no throne, Still we’re hunted, beaten, left alone. Greed paints lies, fear shapes their reign, Blind to humanity, deaf to pain. Peace whispers soft, yet roars meet our ears, Tears are rivers, flowing with fears. Children of God, reflections of light, Met with fury, shadows in the night. Bones of the unborn, scattered, yet rise, Ashes of...
International Poetry Magazine based in Greece