Huddled together with those who clutch back, br all those innocent, ageless faces cry. br While enemy, gunner soldiers, each with br fire, confident justice is done, kill on. br Raw war, life's rotten rhythm radiates. Resounding distortions surge horror through br blameless bodies, futures, with spasms of br solicitude that explode inside their br souls, like mortar guts a shack; a homes no br longer known, the homeless and the vacant. br Longing for serenity, with all their br boundaries assaulted, the harmless live br with weeping wounds, dirty waters, shadows. Those whose families and friends, the creatures br too, who are blown into scraps, rain down on br the barren land like blood drops of the saints. Life roars, many times out of control. It br regurgitates itself. Repression and br depression and the battles fought, don't halt br to the sounds and thrills of newborn babies.