the cathedral bells toll
calling out ‘time for the war’
my knees crash into the floor.
from their eyes hope will fall,
but they will conform,
such agony to perform.
those poor, petrified, brave souls.
broken, abandoned swords
prayer words skin knees to bone,
calls for gods to take them home.
pained screams merging with chords
form a deadly song.
how did pride lead them so wrong
and where are their leading lords?
the throne was here before
hope rests on the riverbed
where shall we bury our dead?
as guilt keeps taking more,
where is their solace
and now where is that palace
we sacrificed their lives for?
words by Emily Allen
