The wind now weeps through broken stone,
Black dust is drifting, far and wide.
Where families once called it home,
Now only grief is left to bide.

The mines are gone, the lights are dead,
And silence covers yard and street.
Where once warm hopes and dreams were spread,
Now only chilling breezes meet.

A mother’s lullaby once soared,
A gentle song at close of day.
But war has taken, cut, and scored —
Left loss and pain in its decay.

When dawn bleeds red across the land,
And ashen skies begin to shake,
This earth, betrayed by human hand,
Still bears the silence war would make.

The **** heaps wrapped in solemn gloom
Lie still beneath the ghost-gray sky.
Like stonebound memories they loom —
Unyielding grief that will not die.