The Ruins

In eerie silence it speaks to me
In languages I can't comprehend,
But still I strain to hear-

The beating of hearts
Keeping time with drum beats,
Rolling thunder of armies to arms-

Defending stands long forgotten,
A people long gone,
Spilled blood absorbed into lush green-

I stand upon steps
The only "stand" left to speak,
And I wonder with a prick of a tear-

If the language of blood spilled
And drum beats of war
Will still sound this loud-

When one day someone stands
Upon ruins of ours
Eerie silence in the echoes of bombs.