Peace

The angel of death
in shock and awe
stands, perplexed

While terrorized
hysterically, a dog
looks around,
limping
falling
and rising
again

Bodies burning
turning coal
thick,
blackened
ghostlike smoke
unceasingly fueled
on flesh and
bone...

A village
last night
in ashen-ed dust
Children,
in park?
No signs of life
Yet, no vultures in sight
but the smoke …

Mankind
Hail to you
Does peace prevail?
Yes, in carnage
the Eternal
Peace...

poem by Ata Khan
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