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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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    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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    Yassy: you wield your way to inescapability.  Yes, indeed, what is all the killing about?  But we know, don’t we.  Most children have to learn greed, avarice, envy and cruelty.  They watch us and learn. Keep after it, drear Lady.
    

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    I will never understand why men want war. Perhaps, it is because they don’t bring up children with a lot of love and care. Those who do can never kill. Men refuse to learn from history and commit the same mistake repeatedly. Humans are the most intelligent and the most foolish at the same time.
    

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    Nicely done Yassy. I’m subscribed and look forward to delving into your work. You recently liked “Resolve”, a poem of mine. Feel free to subscribe back as I’m trying to get my writing to a larger audience.
    

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    Thank you. The Europeans should go home or surrender to the “horrific act of sharing”–but sadly, they are trained in sociopathy. When the human species gets over itself you will know, because two changes will have occurred en masse: 1.) We will have given up the fictions of “race” and theism; (2.) We will have made it so if any rogue nation invades another, the remaining democratic bodies will warn the offender it has 24 hours to retreat behind its border or be deterred by the rest of them.
    

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    Children’s questions often hold the answers we adults have lost sight of. I appreciate that you ended this tragic poem with the implicit wisdom of children.
    

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