That Half-Smile.
I catch somehow
the view
of inside tears in eyes
that peer
forlornly from her
youthful brow.
Behind that half-smile
bravely
shown for a camera
lens she stands
denying pretence
as
all the while
endless
rising red dust
surrounds the sound
of home
falling,
wall by broken wall,
but
face it she must.
Homeless now,
with age-old foresight
the girl ,
with sobbing child
becomes aware
her world has stopped
for another bomb
has in error
been dropped.
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Author:
Fay Slimm. (
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no matter how thick the dust or smoke .. no matter what time of day or night it occurs .. there can be no mistaking that look, can there .. writ like a pro with a camera to hand .. sadly a little masterpiece is thus created ...... Neville x
Thank you mon ami....................x
Some will have to answer for this to a higher 'court' than humans - sooner or later. It has to be so surely, or there is no justice.
Thanks for your thoughts on this subject dear Orchi.
Your words once again bring home the sadness which fills us for these poor suffering peoples accross too much of our world. All in your words.
So much more needed than words to help the world see its insanity - - thank you for your in-put to my cry of lament dear Dusk
A picture is truly worth a thousand words, but your words are so very important here. You give voice to one who can only bear consequences, and has no voice at all. Bravo dear Fay!
Thank you dear Bella for your considered comment . Such atrocities need now to be given attention with as many voices as can cry out for sense at the world's insanity .
Your picture and words combine to completely cover, and at the same time reveal the misery inflicted by humans one to the other, Fay. Can't say 'enjoyed', I will settle for 'valued'.
Those of us privileged enough to exist in a state of security peace and tranquility should see ourselves as an exception, tragically.
Your comment adds thoughtful concern to a growing problem where innocents are sacrificed to the god of war Dave - - we are as you say obliged to see ourselves in more secure conditions than the picture I used to depict the misery so many suffering - -- how mad is humanity for destroying each other.
Such empathy in your words and that picture Fay.
Andy
Thank you Andy.
'Behind that half-smile
bravely
shown for a camera
lens she stands
denying pretence'
words that cut through pixels
and ink out the true tragedies
we've become numb to..
such a poignant write dear Fay
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