Monday, May 17, 2004

The Silent Truth - I

Many souls, least bothered
Lives lost, all bare.
Much chaos, no comfort
A hell, no care.

Copyright ©2004 A_Z

1 comment:

A.Z. said...

The poem talks about an event which changed the lives of numerous people. It’s an attempt to draw attention not to the situation but to the plight of these people who live each day as their last. I divided the poem in two parts to emphasis the depressed state these people are in. I hope people who read my poem get the social message I have tried to convey.