Grave Tidings

by cassie hughes   May 19, 2016


Peace shattered as grey stones
lay amongst the grass, their
words jumbled amid broken
shards of lives gone by.
Desecrated.
Destroyed.
How has it come to this?
Madness running wild with
No conscience. No heart.
A world where all that matters
Can be sung in a single note...

Me.

Written after seeing yet another news article about a vandalised graveyard

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  • 7 years ago

    by Em

    Cassie, this is a beautiful but sad piece.
    It's such ashame that people feel it's ok to do this sort of stuff.

    take care, Em

    • 7 years ago

      by cassie hughes

      Thanks Em. It's beyond belief isn't it.

  • 7 years ago

    by Brenda

    Cassie, wonderfully written. I too am sadden and angered and confused why people feel its ok to do this type of damage to something so sacred. You described your feelings so eloquently, well done-

  • 7 years ago

    by Mr. Darcy

    Hello Cassie,

    I read this a few times to understand what the grey stones were. Then when I scrolled down I read your footnote. I like poems that don't spoon feed the reader.

    I like the form and powerfully emotive words like, desecrated. The frustrated anger is clear...

    I mean these people have no conscience and certainly no heart. The final 'note' is a good one, a single self centered word 'me'. Mindless apes that only think of themselves.

    Cassie, I can see why you felt the need to write this poem. It highlights a section of our society that operate on a different moral code. It's a real shame.

    Thanks for posting. Sorry I'm out of votes as this really deserves the front page.

    Well done and take care.

    Michael