The mountains.. ..
fertile sentinels of the ages...
majestic. ....and tall
now silent ..........lonely
barren and pale....
paths wound up and down
carving them all around....
gashes man made. ....
from humanity's blade
a one way trade. .....
trodden and beaten....
footsteps walk away....
battered facades....
are all that remain.
carved up inside out....
womanhood is bartered about.....
not a word. ...
not a shout.....
quiet is it's rout.....