I'm ducking under a palm tree
Millions of miles away
Exacting explosions
Aimed at my heart with ringing sounds
My childhood buried under a tree
Behind the black curtains
So many left and never came back
God forgot to bless the child
Carnages left and to the right
An arm distant
The hearts under rubble
I remembered never to seek what's hidden
Land, my mother, our father, lost
We are all a family from war
We have left none to lose
I remember that the foe and enemies
Were bedmates
And war was their demon child
Life or liberty
None for us, all for war
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An impassioned observation, Parisab. Children involved in war do carry scars, sometimes physical but definitely emotional for their life’s duration.
So true and thank you for sharing your sentiment …
Parisab, so powerful and so true, sometimes when reading the headlines I just want to burst into tears like this morning. Sending you loads of hugs my dear friend. 🌹
It’s a relief to see your compassion and always lovely pen dear friend…
War devours its worshipers as well as the innocent. I think of Israel and Palestine Russia and Ukraine as well as all the other unmentioned wars. A most powerful write
Most kind comments, thank you Soren and I know that you see the impact of trauma regularly…
Powerful and poignant. Tremendous work.
This needed to be said .. the truth must out .. it is such a crying shame so few politicians and despots don't read poetry .. For once, I am glad someone took the words out of my mouth .. and even more so, that it was You .. So bloody glad you are safe and back here P .. N
Dear Neville, It means so much that you read my occasional words and notice my absence. I’ve been here and there, but not too far from the Poetic Side. And I truly believe that despots only write and believe their own stories.
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