The Days That Forced Our Lives Apart

  The  Days  That  Forced our  Lives Apart

The  days  that forced our  lives   apart,

Nights that silenced our  aching  hearts,

The crumbling, aging  walls    that once

Protected us all, now  mere brick and mortar

 A  mix up of  old  and  new order.

The floods  that  devastated   fields,

The   deployed army, the artillery 

That  reviles   with  thunder   and  red

Blood, the  woebegone  children, 

Martyrs   and   that deceased  premature

For   all, Grave is  not matter,

Once Breath is gone, what is

Grave  or Brave, a remembrance

Of bygone life   and entity.

Days   and   nights in   rhythmic shifts.