When all tears have been shed
When the last shout rings out
The final echo is heard
A shot blast; at last light of day
Words become no more
Feeling and emotion controlled
All like-minded
With a number, not a name
The very thought of
Dream, hope, love, God
Erased and forgotten
Non-existant; lack of choice
Not one smile left
No step out of line
A child's laughter tinkles
Another Bang in the night
The line grows longer
All aching for living
Like wild horses
Grazing and playing
That life gone
Free will and thought
Free speech and movement
Disappeared in a blink
Longing for what could be
No help came in uniform
No whirs of engines in the sky
No plea to "Leave no man behind"
Stripped of self dignity; angered
Each began to softly
Pass along a message
To stand together
One revolt
One impact by all
Valiant Shouts!
Victory in hearts
Shots rang out
Like bombs dropping
Automatic weapons used
Grenades splatter skin
Not a soul left
As the over takers cheered
Covered in skin and blood
They looked at the bodies
The earth around them
The Day the World Cried
Whom had remained
A mighty strike came upon them
They too, were too late
Tears turned them pale
Their bodies became frail
One by one
By the Overseer

Imagine families separated. Millions standing in constant moving lines. Stepping over bodies, bones, and blood. Their own flesh, thin, weathered, scarred , broken and bruised. Famished , so hungry they’d devour their own excrement. Like robots, they do what they are told. Until one day, they finally understand they can fight for life. They are killed. Then, the over takers are killed by the overseer.

This is not an exaggerated story. There are lands being take over. Genocide! In my poem, I’ve left it up to the reader’s interpretation in the ending. Why? The overseer could be God ridding the land of all mankind. OR, could be a dictator seeing the job he wanted, finished. Then, he kills those that did the killing, so he can start anew. Again, Left to imagination.



Your poem is just about as beautiful as your big heart.

Please know God hears your cries for mercy even though you may not receive many human responses regarding the Human Rights issues you write to.

Take heart, your work is not going unnoticed!

May God Bless You!


May 15, 2008 at 7:30 AM  

Nice work. Peace pjc

May 15, 2008 at 7:31 AM  

The poem is awesome. I am a big proponent of preaching the positive begets positive; and through our work and work of people like you and through our thoughts and the thoughts of people like you we can spread out positive until we turn the situation positive as well! Great job


May 15, 2008 at 9:42 AM  

Thank You all for your wonderful comments! I know it was long, and I greatly appreciate the time you took to read this piece. It means so much to me.

Take Care and visit anytime! :)


May 15, 2008 at 5:22 PM  

Ms Rose,

Once again you have mixed your talent with your compassion for people. Such a mixture produces something so beautiful that words cannot express it.

I am glad you invited me to read such a touching piece. The words you used were right on the money creating a vivid description.

PLease continue to write from your heart as you always have. Such purity is so rare.

Thanks for sharing your thoughts with everyone Ms Rose.

The Blessings of God Be Upon You Always,


May 15, 2008 at 11:48 PM  

Very expressive poem. Thanks for your thoughts on human rights. As the Preamble to the Universal Declaration of Human Rights reminds us, “…recognition of the inherent dignity and of the equal and inalienable rights of all members of the human family is the foundation of freedom, justice and peace in the world.”

Dave Donelson, author of Heart of Diamonds

May 16, 2008 at 6:20 AM  

Thank you both for reading and posting! I am honored to make a contribution ..small-but hopefully will get people thinking ! :)

I appreciate you taking time to read. God Bless!

May 16, 2008 at 11:26 AM  

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