Black Leaves

This is a departure of color from the prism of life The rupturing of gigantic missiles on the face of common sense The fragmentation of hope With pieces of misery and despair scattered all over the body of humanity I am a witness to the destructive nature of the human mind and ideology Like solid fountains of death that pierces the heart of humanity It is not just the wickedness of war, it is the recklessness and the brutal show of power The curtain of evil lifted for all of us to see the venomous identity of evil This is the hardened blood on the mangled bodies of children, mothers and the elderly Blood poured on their innocent souls Black leaves is a poem about the madness of war And the muted despair that fills our lives The hopelessness and powerlessness of us all amidst the horrors of war The neglect and betrayal of innocent lives Black leaves is a poem that depicts the rotten entrails of evil ©Kenneth Maswabi