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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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    So painful. NOBODY deserves to live under circumstances as harsh as those, Especially children as they’re yet to sprout into what they will be. They’re the future-makers and it’s imperative that they live their lives to the fullest now, blooming into how they wish to be. Children living in war zones deserve life. This poem has said what the world really needs to hear right now. Thank you! 
    

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    Reblogged this on Commentary,  Outrages, Prose and Poetry and commented:
    
Lady Yassy asks an important question with a terrible answer hidden in this heart-wrenching poem: the fight always is about money – and the power money buys, some think and the cost is inconsequential so long as it hits not their own home and hearth…and for some of the most twisted even there the price is paid.  But refusal to allow a child to be educated because of a genetic difficulty – the child is female! – that, too, is a crime about which a fight well may have worth.
    

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    Many metaphors here around the deflowering of the virgin as a symbol for the corruption of the world. Children are born innocent but can soon be taught fear and anger unbalanced by an insufficient love in the world where there is no womb of safety to be found and unleashed bullets have no parents where mere play becomes seriously deranged.
    

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    One of the saddest parts of having served my country in the defense of my country was the stark waking up in the realization that while I did what I did in the service with a sense of duty to protect and defend those I loved… but… that when my unit was called to do so, several someones elsewhere were living without their son, their father, their brother, their loved one(s).  And the ones who suffer(ed) the most are the children of the fallen on all sides.  This is very touching poem.  Thank you for sharing it.
    

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    This is so sad and so true. Cuts deep inside, it is so very powerful. Amazing words! Perhaps you would like to put in your heart-touching words on my blog? No pressure but my first Blogversary is coming up on 18th Dec and what I have decided to do is weave up a poem from any line submitted by anyone. I will be mentioning the blog when I write the anniversary post. You just have to fill in a short form to put in your entry. If you feel like it, you can check out more about it here : https://thebluediary6.wordpress.com/2021/12/07/announcement/
    
Thanks! Keep spreading the power of your words!
    

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    Dear Yassy, still and always you write agony with such a beautiful power of words.  How can we not be moved deeply, to our marrow?  
    

    AND, I must thank you for being a New Year’s gift to me–thank you for visiting my latest blog–yes, I’m back, who knows how long…but it’s always great to reconnect with you!  I’ve no idea what name I was using last we spoke, but I imagine you’ll catch who I am!  Many blessings to you in this New Year–may we choose HOPE and Be Strong and Courageous.  Love, Z
    

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