STALEMATE

Brambles curve around the arches,

Solid stone withers away;

Memories linger, softly weeping

Memories of a tragic day.

Bombs of fire fell from heaven

The grounds and bushes shook with fear

An old stone house was shut, abandoned,

As one small child fled from here.

A doll lies now, her patched dress fading

Hand-stitched eyes gleam in the sun

Memories linger, ghosts still walk here…

A war was fought, but who has won?