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?

151 thoughts on “Children In Mourning

  1. Once again I use this medium to go “off topic”, Yasy. I typed in what I thought would lead me to you…and, it did. David ben Alexander…I quickly grabbed both poems and reblogged to reead later as I am runningooutof’puter time…yet, again. Oh, my. So I had to shoot on over to your marvelous site to say I shall be back after the storms we have been promised. I have missed you and your wordswonderful. And here I am telling you because of you I have found yet another reason to leave your tendererest of wordsmithery for another. Ahhh, such is life and you spread petals across the known and sometimes unknown and even more often possibly unknowablyunknown universes in which your name if not known should so be. But I digress. The notion of shared poetry intrigues. I shall ‘vestigate. Perhaps even teast Mike Steeden and Bruce Clay Jewett to join in the madcappery. Bye for the nonce, Lady Yassy. Thou Art Loved. J

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