Sire, where be those morning hymns once sung in school choirs?
Those mourning halls are now in silence mired,
The cacophony of rat-a-tat-tat thunders
Across lands where wars are ignited in blunder,
The generation that once sat and sang
Are now yawning in deathly sleep as peasants are hanged,
Solemn requiem bells knell and scream
While mothers of the sand and concrete land wail and weep,
Up above there are the stars that in horror do peep,
Mankind's tortured humanity is blindly buried in dungeons deep.
©Rangzeb Hussain
Apr 12, 2010
Apr 12, 2010 at 7:27 AM UTC
Sire, where be those morning hymns once sung in school choirs?
Those mourning halls are now in silence mired,
The cacophony of rat-a-tat-tat thunders
Across lands where wars are ignited in blunder,
The generation that once sat and sang
Are now yawning in deathly sleep as peasants are hanged,
Solemn requiem bells knell and scream
While mothers of the sand and concrete land wail and weep,
Up above there are the stars that in horror do peep,
Mankind's tortured humanity is blindly buried in dungeons deep.
©Rangzeb Hussain
Thanks to Neva Flores for inspiring me .
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