Guernica

Guernica is a place brought to ruins. A plague of violence where chaos reigns Here let us be under no illusions. Pain and destruction likewise have no gains. A child slain lays dead in its mother's arms. A haemorrhaging horse outward bleeds gored. Disturbing images are like thunderstorms. They are ruthless disasters untoward. That won't make you laugh. That'll make you cry. There's a dismembered soldier, a mother- Crying, and it's nothing like a lullaby It's a canvas of life in the gutter. Under a spotlight of disaster that might Shortly in a gallery, shine bright.