Cries Of Anguish

By Lorraine Moore

You came from out of nowhere
no warnings given
earth collapsed, buildings shattered
lives lost no time to hide
bodies buried beneath rubble
children scream among debris
babies wrenched from mother’s arms
houses crumbled, roads destroyed
people frantically dig, search
survivors emerge dazed, bloodied
traumatized questioning
this senseless war
families displaced
nowhere to go
their city once prosperous
with hopes and dreams
now only sounds of
cries of anguish.

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