Classic Poem

Shrouded in stark shadow of death,
Sleepless cities awash with gloom;
Minarets, domes, bowed down,
Stifled sobs,
In a mist of pain and suffering.

Shattered homes in crumbling surrounds,
Smouldering flames from shrubs and flowers,
Crackling sound of burning twigs,
Stains of blood, scars of fire,
Imprinted on the shawl of night,
Debris abounds.

And staring down,
In sheer amazement,
At the raging seas of doom, destruction,
All around,
Is the gloomy sky
Of famed Arabian Night.

And it wonders
Will Adam`s progeny ever change?
Its lust for power, yearning for wealth;
Traditions of murder, rape and pillage,
Inflicted on fellow beings,
And Mother Earth.