Then all who survived laid down their arms.
And saw they the corpses shadowing the ground.
Beside them, survivors, spreadeagled with multitudinous rips,
and the triumphant watched the twitching of the soon deceased.

Stitched across burgundy colored streets.
Amidst the plangent call of the victorious few
rang the doleful sighs of those taken whole
through the door of no return.

What have we done?
Sent us our kin to an alien place?
Where skin is soldered to skin by chain.
And there, when they arrive.

Sing shall they. Dream they shall.
Of a place. Of a lost ancestral land.

Image Source

https://rjmeyerarts.com/tag/crying-soldier-2/
https://fineartamerica.com/featured/-door-of-no-return-tony-vegas.html

More Information

This poem is my submission to the: School Poetry 100 Day Challenge hosted by @d-pend.

Category to which I Belong

I am an intermediate participant. I am more of a prose writer who loves to write poems and I am here to improve my skills by writing from my heart.

Additional Information

I do not claim ownership of the images in this post. For more information, check the steemit link below to get more information. There is also a discord group to which you are welcomed to join.

https://steemit.com/steemitschool/@d-pend/announcing-the-steemit-school-poetry-100-day-challenge

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