TERROR

Heaving, he runs
For safety from sordid guns
That cut through the night
Empty shells, empty shelves
Homes that have been wiped clean
With a pool of blood

Humming, the engine
Scours for life on empty land
Breaks through the silence
Taking over, taking over
Then recoils in submission
As it unearths corpses

Fleeing, she is
To find comfort in foreign arms
Hoping for a future
Feeling a pulse, feeling a pulse
Of love that has forgotten
How to live in her heart