Hello,

this poem cries out from a war zone, or at least tells of one.

It begins with a walk of bravery despite the danger. Something are worth facing the danger - after all should we not all be free to go where we choose?

The word 'mauled' describes the molesting, rape if you will of a city who had no choice and now wears the scars.

The imagery of the screaming from injuries inflicted by an army of dolls. I may have this wrong?

A burnt body leave only ash. Ash being one of the results of war. Fire, whether it is friendly or not still causes ash.

Ash covering the sun's light and with it hope. Adding the request of flowers, or should I say kindness/ peace is a heartfelt request an image indeed.

Peace.

Take Care,

Michael

I have no way to comment on this poem, no words to describe how i understand it but i sure like the description, imagery, the flow and wording used.
Beautiful piece.
Great write.

Shanky