SONNET 56 HORROR OF PEACE
Horror even struck at the hardest heart,
Fear and terror reign where sweet peace should dwell,
When the city became a living hell
As massive buildings crumbled all apart,
people frozen, not able to depart
Though danger lurked as all the debris fell.
How many innocent dead? Who can tell?
Who caused anguish to strike it’s cruel dart?
Haggard faces , yet each with a strong heart,
Worn out, still hunting, hoping for a call,
A voice from the rubble, or silent pall
As more bodies mount and more sad tears start.
        A city in mourning, what can we do?
        Pray they will have enough strength to pull through.

M Ann Margetson © September 14, 2001