The Aftermath

Silver bells faint and far,
Sound a sly glimpse of freedom,
Amidst chaotic cries.
As lives lie still and stunned,
Ravaged by hate and lust,
And hearts too hardened to hurt.

A final crack consumes the air,
And peace prevails once more,
Dreading its complacent calmness.
But hearts stripped of humanity stare,
With fearful eyes and ghostly faces,
At a bleeding, barren world.
As the silver bells faint and far,
Sound a sly glimpse ...of a dream.