Broken A Poem
Broken
By
Jared Michael Royka
The words echo across the miles…Five more souls have paid the price for freedom and the tree of liberty has been freshly watered with the blood of those patriots. We whom have left pieces of ourselves upon the sands of a foreign land but came home feel shame at our “luck” in comparison to those whom have sacrificed so much more than us. Pain is a reminder of life but the dead feel no pain nor do they suffer the wounds left behind for those whom are simply left broken…
Hearts torn asunder by a moment of hate and human tragedy in the name of a divine edict, it burns its scar into your soul to be forever raw, bleeding…Broken.
Even the angels weep at the slaughter in the name of God for that is a creation of man’s ignorance and hubris, a covenant left…Broken.
Cry out to the heavens, “Why did I live and they die…” there is no answer to be found thus I am left…Broken.
Peace will never be known as long as man is…Broken
-Fin-
By
Jared Michael Royka
The words echo across the miles…Five more souls have paid the price for freedom and the tree of liberty has been freshly watered with the blood of those patriots. We whom have left pieces of ourselves upon the sands of a foreign land but came home feel shame at our “luck” in comparison to those whom have sacrificed so much more than us. Pain is a reminder of life but the dead feel no pain nor do they suffer the wounds left behind for those whom are simply left broken…
Hearts torn asunder by a moment of hate and human tragedy in the name of a divine edict, it burns its scar into your soul to be forever raw, bleeding…Broken.
Even the angels weep at the slaughter in the name of God for that is a creation of man’s ignorance and hubris, a covenant left…Broken.
Cry out to the heavens, “Why did I live and they die…” there is no answer to be found thus I am left…Broken.
Peace will never be known as long as man is…Broken
-Fin-