Will it ever stop?

The bombs go up in the
trenches, streets;

missiles strike stealthily
the homes, shops, schools,
in their impatient way
that target the ‘enemy’
with precision

the skies are sliced up
and drip the red-orange-dark
fuelled by
the fire and hate that refuse
to abate, despite wars futile!

No, it is not rosy-fingered dawn
seen by Homer but
midday in inferno, about you,
around you, in real time, buddy!

Everything, everything is reduced to the
rubble, mix of broken
concrete-glass, shards all.

look like the gouged-out eyes
of a tortured victim
doors, the gaping hole
of a mouth in a skeletal figure
haunting the ground zero;

folks search disconsolately for
bits that make the tiny spaces
their loving homes and stumble
across limbs, tiny, scattered in corridors.

The politicians toast victories, while a young
private weeps for his waiting sister in a
lonely home, near a muddied river.

Poetry mourns the loss of humanity.
Media talk of the heavy collateral damages.

In the din, drowned:
—cries of the wounded kids, asking for
The water and moms
and flattened hopes,

dead white flowers
mingle with the trodden
dust, debris
and dried blood

markers of another madness
unleashed by
some power-drunk men.

Sunil Sharma is Toronto-based senior academic, critic, literary editor and author with 23 published books: Seven collections of poetry; four of short fiction; one novel; a critical study of the novel, and, nine joint anthologies on prose, poetry and criticism, and, one joint poetry collection. He is a recipient of the UK-based Destiny Poets’ inaugural Poet of the Year award---2012. His poems were published in the prestigious UN project: Happiness: The Delight-Tree: An Anthology of Contemporary International Poetry, in the year 2015. Sunil edits the English section of the monthly bilingual journal Setu published from Pittsburgh, USA. For more details, please visit here Read other articles by Sunil, or visit Sunil's website.