There Could Be a Place

There could be a place Where nothing survives, No green leaf trees There is nothing alive. Gone are the sun, the wind, and the rain Signs of evil, torture, and pain, Houses are vacant, blown up cars Blinds are open, no locks on doors. It's hard to believe Not a glimmer of life, Gone are the days And black are the nights. No warnings given No chance to be free, It happens so fast No time to leave. In this part of the world Where mad men reign, So many dead So many afraid. There could be a place That will exist no more, If maniac rulers Use weapons of war. Lynn Hanna Barany