Soiled

Jul 12, 2025

When tears of sorrow escape from eyes,

the earth cries, too.

It's once fertile soil, now stained

red with blood shed.

No amount of tears will erase the

scars.

Man's inhumanity to man, without

justifiable excuse.

We cannot say they know not what they do.

Each weapon, whether words

or a gun, leaves a mark on

the fabric of life, depriving it of love.

Until we, too, become soiled.

The collateral damage of wars that do not belong to us.