Remembering Srebrenica

A whimpering widow
her tears ..
like shiny pearls ..
falling on the mournful earth
whispering to the wandering mist
lending their tender breaths
to the dead below
the slain - silenced soul
of her dearest-beloved
who saw evils in his eyes
in humans flesh - sans the humanity
in uniforms - parading savagery
they have human names and wear human smiles on their faces
while wrenching his innocent life away
now rested - unnecessary decay
in the sombre embraced
of the sorrowful muds
of Srebrenica