Hiding Places by Brian Hutchinson

Some, have nowhere to hide;

others will be found.

Tainted faces stained with guilt.

Warmed, by the rubbing of hands.

Chlorine-gasped breaths;

maced, laced; mustard for the kids.

Children choking;

staying alive playing dead.

Silently screaming;

skin wrinkled, eyes peeling.

Hope trickles, from sobbed-out hearts.

Life is – Was - Now.  Real. Surreal.

Soiled-eyes turned homeward. Searching for

sunshine, in mummy’s rubble.