The Night Dreams Bled (A War Poem)

The earth cracked, shook the bricks,
A deafening thud with a death tryst.
The air pierced by swords and rifles,
Silence silenced by burning bibles.

Lives forced out of homes,
Out of love and out of bones,
Out of care, out of their share,
All you hear are fatal moans.

The dove was killed yesterday,
As shrooms of smoke took over the face of Earth,
Nations bled as people fled.
Scar-let turns the soil of mirth.

The war savage does more ravage,
Until we lead to cataclysmic doom.
My sleep breaks in time for good
And the battledust barely negates my room.