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W.C.N.S.F. (Wounded Child, No Surviving Family)

The sun and the moon and the stars

weep for you, dear tiny wee babe;

I see your wounds, little one,

I would tend them, and ease your pain,

but all I can do is to pray;

and to weep for you, little child;

although we’re miles apart,

I’ll hold you close in my heart.

WCNSF

◄ To a Fellow Artist

It’s Christmas in the Asylum (belated version) ►

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Uilleam Ó Ceallaigh

Tue 9th Jan 2024 12:50

Thanks all for the likes and comments.
I feel close to despair when I see and hear of this cruelty which has been condoned and facilitated by powerful people in the UK.

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Stephen Gospage

Fri 5th Jan 2024 12:43

A beautiful poem, Uilleam.

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Uilleam Ó Ceallaigh

Fri 5th Jan 2024 09:53

Thank you Manish SR.
And thanks for the likes all.

That they were forced to devise that acronym, speaks volumes of the horror which is Gaza.

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Manish Singh Rajput

Thu 4th Jan 2024 16:04

This is exactly the same emotion that I feel when I read anything regarding a wounded child, it's like you spoke for me through this poem. A poignant poem, and the emotion that it conveys is very contagious.
Thank you.

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