Prose Haiku Poem: We Hear Them

 Music in the air We hear them in the distance a soft whisper in our ears We hear them in our sleep as we try to forget the harsh reality of war We hear them in the dead of night when everyone huddles together for warmth We hear them through the cold winter winds the sound of pain We hear them over the gun fires through the cries of loss We hear them over the wails of children and the sound of bodies dropping We hear them when the air planes fly over heard the screams of families We hear them from the forest the lone piano played by a suffering soul We hear the tune of pain the sound of reluctance We hear the soldiers marching from the forest the sound many dread We hear them over the loud gun fires We hear them as we scramble to escape with love ones We hear them over the screams of victims and the wails of children We hear them from the soldier's voices as they shouted at people to move the sound of suffering We hear them despite our own suffering at the hands of others we are not the only ones that are suffering We hear them in the air the conflict between morals and orders We hear them from the soldiers everyday men and women ordered to end the lives of other men and women We hear them from the forest the peaceful melody of a lonely string instrument We hear them loud and clear the sound of pain from everyone present We hear them from their hearts a melody played to share their story.