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Dead Eyes

Children’s faces stare

Blank and calm

Children’s small hands

Raise Kalashnikovs

Children's thin fingers 

Squeeze their triggers

Flying hot metal

Rips flesh

Breaks bones


Gunfire drowns out the screaming

Hatred drowns out the screaming

Closed minds drown out the screaming

Death drowns out the screaming


Smoke curls and drifts

Dust and ash settle

Dead eyes stare

The dead eyes ask

Why?


Children’s small hands

Lower Kalashnikovs

Rub sweat from their eyes

Eyes that can’t cry

Eyes that have seen 

Too much

Eyes that have

No answers

Eyes that see

No questions

And the dead eyes ask

Why?

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Jeff Dawson

Mon 4th May 2009 11:35

Hi Seamus, great stuff this and enjoyed it the other week, powerful stuff well done, Jeff

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Mon 13th Apr 2009 22:36

Hi Seamus,
ditto. very powerful and thought provoking too.
A poem which speaks volumes.
Janet.x

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Francine

Mon 13th Apr 2009 17:50

Very thought provoking...


These lines say it all for those poor children:

'Eyes that can’t cry
Eyes that have seen
Too much
Eyes that have
No answers
Eyes that see
No questions
And the dead eyes ask
Why?'

<Deleted User>

Mon 13th Apr 2009 15:53

very powerful

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