A LAMENT FOR CHILDHOOD

Small frightened faces

Iron and rust

Iron and rust

Sharp smell of anger

Gunflash and dust

Gunflash and dust

Small frightened faces

Sharp smell of fear

Cries for the wounded

Cries for the dying

Iron and rust

Iron and rust

Call for their loved ones

Caught up in the rush

Small moonlit faces

Who can they trust

Gunflash and dust

Gunflsah and dust

Be still and be silent

NO! NO! mustn't cry

Crawl under the rubble

Drones in the sky

Where is their childhood

Where is the love

Be still and be silent

Bombers above

Iron and rust

Iron and rust

Who can they trust

Cringe in the shadows

Peer through the cracks

Small frightened faces

Caught up in gunflash

Where is is their childhood

Where is the care

Small frightened faces

Snipers out there

Gunflash and dust

Gunflash and dust

They live out their childhood

'neath Iron and rust

Gunflash and dust

life

◄ FAITH (WITHOUT HOPE OR CHARITY)

IN SORROW ►

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Jason Bayliss

Fri 15th Feb 2019 15:05

Love that Dorothy, it has a chant like quality that really hooks you in.

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Fri 15th Feb 2019 10:23

Duck and dive

OMG! Dorothy this piece is certain to make a few poets envious.

Great subject matter, well delivered.

Po

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