Hearing voices in the dust

Today like any other day
Children laughing-joyful-play
Siren sounds thoughts perplexed
Wondering what will happen next.

Flashing lights-siren’s sound
Screaming-sobbing underground
Burning-melting-acrid smell
Am I dreaming-gone to hell.

Opening my eyes I find
Dreadful darkness in my mind
Innocence shattered-so unjust
Hearing voices in the dust.

Jpoet7 ( @wordverse.me )

The longer we do nothing:

Children within Europe
Murdered in their beds
Bombs rein down on innocents
Lives now torn to shreds.

Leaders fearing outright war
Sanction a dictator
While he without a conscience
Marches on our lands.

How he must be laughing
At our stuttering indecision
Applauding all our weaknesses
With sneering, scowl, derision.

He marches with impunity
From so called powerful nations
people throwing petrol bombs
From homemade battle stations.

Every time we hesitate
We elevate his power
He now feels invincible
In his soviet ivory tower.

Jpoet7 ( @wordverse.me )

Its the innocent who suffer

Children born in bunkers deep
Fear preventing them from sleep
Lives once with hope fulfilled
Aspirations lifestyle build.

Minds mounting murderous deeds
Onto their ego evil feeds
A rat into a corner finds
A place in its disfigured mind.

Can we now stand idly by
Watch that terror, hear their cry
Or will we stand as family
Prevent this worlds calamity.

Jpoet7 ( @wordverse.me )