Her eyes are rimmed with shrapnel shatters
Of bombs that detonated in the center of her faith.
I have never seen a soul so far from innocence,
So torn from belief in anything but the destruction of hope
Crumbling into the quivering cradle of a mother’s hands
As she watches her home burn in the name of justice.
Her ashen tears searing down her face in a funeral.

Her sole has trodden past fragments of a human's heartbeat
As it covered the ground that lead in the opposite direction of life,
And the war going on inside her rib cage wasn’t loud enough to stop
The cannons firing youth into the open arms of sorrow that would
**** the souls from their still growing potential, leaving them naked
While still being draped in blood with too many types to trace,
Shaking, in the reality of the lives they left behind,
One being their own.

Her smile is a canyon where too many stars have died
Each one bearing a wish set on its back by the trembling hearts
Of families being ripped apart by a battle they can never win,
While the blaring roars of emptiness, silence the whispers of their prayers
Bent on her knees, folding to a floor of emptied souls and hollow beats,
Her hands hang by his frail, body, and his fingers clench into a fist
I refuse to believe is the same size as his heart.