Kosovo 1999
And the pond filled with blood
As the evening sky lurked on the horizon
Ready to cover the world with the blanket of night
Only trees stood still, but even they looked heavy
And the sky filled with smoke
From the land that burnt with a warning cry
That screamed for peace, which wasn’t nigh
Only the water is calm, but even the ripples are tears
And the earth is filled with bodies
No spring flowers can quell the stench
Only the grass is green, but even this is between the hollow
graves
And history will cry another tear
For again no-one will listen, no-one will read
No-one will write; for nearly two thousand years this war has gone
on
Only the children can laugh, but
even they one day will do the same.
Richard Packer