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Trails of Blood

Updated: Feb 4

This short poem was inspired by a terrible tragedy. My heart is broken.



Trails of blood unwashed by flood;

rainbows rise o'er filth and mud.


Holy water, sinful dust;

men who murder, mud of lust.


Mothers bury beloved boy;

daughters dismal; dads destroy.


In pain remain when healers harm;

chains unseen bind legs and arm.


Conquered peoples forced to march,

as heaven’s tears stain glistened arch.


Bombs break shield while tombs blast field.

Rivers red; God still won’t yield.


Men still ought drown in sinful deep,

but promise made means promise keep.


Trails of blood unwashed by flood;

rainbows rise o'er filth and mud.


Trails of Blood

by Paul R.S. Hanna

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