Mourning cellos
Sweep away devastation
Through Munich rubble
And Arnhem ruin

The artists remained
No matter how scathed
Unmoved by bullets
Falling bombs and mayhem

The heart and soul
Turn onward with vigor
To reap from the mind
And sooth their earth

Crafts live on
Some pried from frigid death
And given to the hands
Of angelic martyrdom

Their worlds
Their everything
Cast off the shackles of turmoil
And voyage for deliverance
Carefully molded, by foreseeing eyes

For out of the rage of billowing heartache
Spawns the beauty, lovingly restored
A gracious calm of fertile streets
Trembling black walls
Soot-clad and drained

The heart and soul
Shall fester on
Unfazed by thundering,deathly salvos
Untouched by the savagery
Of the brainwashed young
Foolishly wicked
And bereft of who they were

The heart and soul
Are to remain
Ever stagnant,through fury and hellfire