pinning a note on the wall –
artillery takes my
loved one away again
Quote of the day.
“All in all, Russia has shot itself in both feet, the balls, and finally in the head.”
And something to remember:
“When I despair, I remember that all through history
the ways of truth and love have always won.
There have been tyrants, and murderers,
and for a time they can seem invincible,
but in the end they always fall.
Think of it–always.”
~ Mahatma Gandhi
…….
14 Million Children Suffering as Result of War in Syria and Iraq, and surrounding areas Unicef Says.
hush
a cry
lullaby
morbid songs choke
butterflies asleep in dust of cocoons.
Pain
a sigh
fist to sky
streaks of skin
blemished by nightmares, deep scars of anger.
Tetractys, a poetry form invented by Ray Stebbing, consists of at least 5 lines of 1, 2, 3, 4, 10 syllables (total of 20).
Another contribution from me to the Poets for Peace initiative. If you would like to take part you have until end of this month. Your efforts would be most appreciated.
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Two World Wars and Counting …
In World War One less than five per cent of the casualties were civilians – with today’s conflicts and wars the figure is nearer 75%.
War baby –
once a bundle of mixed acquaintance,
temporary, hurried, desperate -joy.
Love ceased when war began.
War baby –
is war; a disfigured bundle no one wants to heal;
permanent, scarred, tragic.
Lives ending as many wars begin.
War baby –
his bloodlust flows within blood –
conflicts- hostilities-civil war- religion- politics
all given more oxygen than its victims.
Peace baby –
wants to stitch together old wounds
extremism-radical eyes-terrorism-fear –
gaping sores, rancid hopes, let clean air help them heal.
Peace baby –
tries to broker for change in the dust and rubble
but cherubs still cry beyond wire mesh –
gods and people are tired, and YOU are not worthy.
by *paige six
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