Thursday, September 28, 2006


Clear eyes look out
On a world as muddy
as a puddle of dirt.
Unflinching at chaos
Unblinking at hate.
Bleeding no tears of pain
As man fights brother.
And mute victims cringe
with their cries unheard.
They look bright and blue
At the scarred face
Of this land of peace-
now pieces of land.
And as carrion birds sweep
And tear and pierce the flesh,
The eyes still stare
Bright and Blue
From the face of one that fought
And won