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?
There is a tragic truth in this poem, Yassy.
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Yes, Robbie. Thank you for sharing your thoughts.
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A thoughtful, well-crafted piece about hard truths. Brilliant job.
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Thank you so very much!
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You’re welcome!
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Prophetic – but then again it’s a recurring theme throughout history – sadly. Peace where you are. —Michael
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Thank you for your insightful thoughts.
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I admire your work. Thank-you for sharing your spirit with us.
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Thank you. I am honoured.
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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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🤗🙏🏼
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Yassy this is so powerful and poignant and sad
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Thank you, Lorraine ❤️
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That’s very true, Yassy. Children don’t understand war. It’s great how you write it seen from out their viewpoint.
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Thank you for your wonderful insight!
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poignant
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Thank you 🙏
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oh, this is tragically beautiful Yassy
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so painful and real Yassy! nicely done.. 💙💙
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❤️
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💔💔
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❤️
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I love this one. It is beautiful and sad. Thank you for checking out my blog, by the way.
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Thank you. And you are very welcome!
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Yes, Yassy! Pulls at my heart strings. Thank you for your beautiful poetry! 💗
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Thank you so much .. take good care of yourself ❤️
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Reblogged this on Ed;s Site..
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Thank you.
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This depiction of children in war is heart breaking, Yassy.
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🙏
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Hate is learned, not inherited.
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Exactly!
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