Silent lives - then as now ...

A poem from my elementary school days. I wrote it when I was ten, dug it up again and had MelodyDulacre improve it, which was urgently needed XD It was created exactly one year after September 11th, in a German lesson where we had a minute of silence and discussion. .

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Everything still, far and wide.
Nobody has a word.
Red traces and also spots,
that stretch into the distance.

To those who lie there
whose lives are now drying up.
They fought and fought
wanted to end everything, as intact as possible.

The mourners, they stand together
the tears on her cheeks for hours.
Now it's quiet just a thunder away
You learned so much from it.

They think about God and the world
how quickly everything shatters in sadness.
Often just one spark is enough to destroy it
and everything yields to annihilation.

But why do only the injured understand it?Why do the laments hear, never the higher-placed ones?
The answer will remain forever hidden from them,
All that remains is a hope for tomorrow.

And so they stand there for many hours
and the war is making its rounds.