SONNET OF BONES

MERHABA MY FRIENDS

The bones of the ancient
lay scattered and bleached
by the scorching sun.

Century after century
they lay strewn across the
landscapes of Europe
and far beyond.

Those most privileged
lay buried, solemnly beneath
the earth, entombed, unable
to flow freely across the
blood soaked lands.

War after war
death and more death
follow in it`s wake
the once defeated
will become victorious .

Wars are like that
not wanted nor needed
yet they still go on
more bones strewn
across this earth.

(Turkwords)

TURK :)