Lose-Lose, Old News, New War

Parisab

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

  • Author: Parisab (Offline Offline)
  • Published: October 25th, 2024 21:59
  • Comment from author about the poem: More escalation of war-Nations are suffering from wars, new and old
  • Category: Unclassified
  • Views: 46
  • Users favorite of this poem: Teddy.15
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  • Doggerel Dave

    An impassioned observation, Parisab. Children involved in war do carry scars, sometimes physical but definitely emotional for their life’s duration.

    • Parisab

      So true and thank you for sharing your sentiment …

    • Teddy.15

      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. 🌹

      • Parisab

        It’s a relief to see your compassion and always lovely pen dear friend…

      • sorenbarrett

        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

        • Parisab

          Most kind comments, thank you Soren and I know that you see the impact of trauma regularly…

        • Thomas W Case

          Powerful and poignant. Tremendous work.

        • Neville



          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

          • Parisab

            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.

          • vividvoid14

            Is this a metaphoric statement? Petty arguments between parents or siblings causing family to drift away? Or is it smt else?

            • Parisab

              Thanks Vivid-yours is a great interpretation-

            • sorenbarrett

              Something that man has done from the beginning and what he seems to do best. Where there is greed, avaris, different beliefs there will be war. A heart wrenching write



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