In the sky as the children gazed,
They saw not a prism of rainbow
But balls of fire-
Burning orange, reeking of death.
"Ceasefire, they said" the words betrayed
A mother of two lay dead
A father of three; beheaded
The echoes of joy, no longer reciprocated;
Only the cold shrill of silence repeated,
"Abbu, run faster" "Ammi ! Behena ! Bhai !
The skyline burnt with the missile's glare,
Children- elder, in smoke- filled air
With each minute; a corpse found,
Their homes now buried underground.
Their leaders chant "We'll avenge, we'll maim!"
So they trade blood in the same old game-
Missiles for Missiles, name for name.
The cartographer's pen trembles
Drawing borders in erased pencil,
While the land bleeds real ink.
Hospitals bombarded, Cities destroyed,
Only the schools remain,
But what use of it?
There are no students left to train?
At the UN, they count the toll
While the cemeteries overflow-
Your calculators can't handle the numbers!
The suffered missed on countless Decembers.
Oh God! What sins have they to repent?
How many dawns must break?
Before the children see a rainbow again.
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Author:
GG (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: April 11th, 2025 07:09
- Comment from author about the poem: My heart goes out to every unfortunates who've suffered the wrath of war
- Category: Sociopolitical
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Comments2
War, Famine and Pestilence the three big killers that act indiscriminately on all. A sad poem tragic in its imagery but then nature has a different sense of justice. A most moving work well worded and nicely penned.
Thank you for your kind review.. grateful
A sad, touching, haunting and sadly true write of what so many children have to live through these days and the price they pay, wonderful eomotional write
Thank you so much, it's an honor to have a comment from you
You are very welcome
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