Once
It was once a safe and happy place
where babies would take their first breath
Now it lies in rubble and ruin
a scene of destruction and death
Once a place for great celebrations
where families flourished and formed
Now it lies as an empty shell
a scene where the rage of war has stormed
Once the cries of a new born child
were the only woeful sounds to hear
Now it rings with the sound of sirens
and echoes with grief, dread and fear
Once a bustling hospital
where compassion and care could be found
Now it’s a legacy of war
a sad relic on battle torn ground
To attack the most vulnerable
can never be considered fair
I pray peace will come soon,
to end this needless devastating despair
Stephen Gospage
Sat 12th Mar 2022 16:42
The title is aptly chosen, Julie, and fits the poem perfectly.