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Children In Mourning






Virgin shrouds
Mourning wombs
Innocence cut short
Parents' lap
Empty broken
Shoulders weary
Eyes weighed
Bullets strayed
Nameless assail
Hopes frail.

When bombs fly
And sirens cry
Children cannot defy
They wonder if they 
Will live to see
Another dawn
Play and run all day long
And they wonder 
What the fighting is all about?



		
	
			

			
				


			

			
					

	

			
	
			



	
			

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    It’s both beautiful and heartbreaking. Many children are denied the simple joys of life because of the ravages of war. May the Lord bless them abundantly, and may we fervently hope and pray that they are nurtured with a reverence for God and instilled with righteous morals, despite the hardships they endure.
    

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    I had to read the poem a couple of times to see its brilliance. It’s simple like a child thinks, but I think this is composed is it not? Anyway, I have the feeling you don’t care about fame or being recognized as a poet by poetrydom, and here you got 746 likes and counting, but I wonder if it’s even possible to enter the stuffy halls of ‘recognized’ poetry from a blog. I’m saying this because I do want to get off my blog and into the public so that I can get help for my little boy, but, as much as the public seems to care about kids, when it comes to individual cases and situations outside of the norm, that step from the net to helping hands is bigger than the ‘care about kids’ cares to take.
    

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        You liked my last poem and some others that deal with what has happened to him, and to me, since he was taken from me 8 months ago. One only one level, he’s dyslexic and being beaten, slapped, ridiculed, made to spend 11 hours a day in school, for low marks, but actually it has to do with keeping him from me and punishing him for wanting to see me.
        

        Him being taken from me had a lot to do with my insistence on having him evaluated for dyslexia, since I taught dyslexic kids in the US and had seen he was when he was 3. I’ve been his teacher all his life, translating school for him, and with me, he passed most of his exams. Now he’s failing all but one, English, and both his parents and his school are saying he’s acting and just not concentrating, because he’s so smart. They don’t understand dyslexia.
        

        The school has said if anyone other than his mother or father even calls asking about him his parents will file a police case. They said he’s thinking about me and not concentrating. Of course, he lost his main parent, and he’s heartbroken.
        

        I’ve been to the Child Welfare Committee, who don’t know what dyslexia is and who said it’s normal for parents to beat their kids in India, and to the police, when he got beat senseless with a wooden board for wanting to see me. An inspector told his mother she could beat him just don’t bash his head in.
        

        The injustice here is just over the top, but because I have no legal piece of paper saying I am a parent, and because I’m a foreigner, no one listens to me.
        

        We are allowed no contact at all, because I’ve mad the parents angry in trying legal means to see him and stop the abuse and trying to bring the situation to the public, but I didn’t try to get them in trouble; I have tried mediation each time, of course telling of the abuse, but it hasn’t worked.
        

        A very active dyslexic association here in India is giving me the contact of a TV news journalist who wants to bring awareness of the condition to the public, and so I am waiting for that contact and, if I do indeed get it, I will go from there.
        

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