Shadows befalling
a dark afternoon
And veiling destruction
the end coming soon
A boy and his dog
in the rubble at play
The body’s — toy soldiers
in silence they lay
Then one plane approaches
flying lower than most
Its bomb bay doors open
its payload to roast
A target that’s cross-haired
with ordnance bound
As a boy and dog play
— where death will impound
(To All Children Of War: April, 2026)
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Author:
Kurt Philip Behm (
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Loved the poem… amazing write
Thanks Abdullah.
Like it is without apology. Striking🙏🏻🕊️
Thanks again.
Most welcome🙏🏻🕊️
A tragic poem of death due to war and its senselessness. Kurt my father was a navigator in WWII telling them where to drop bombs in Germany and I asked him later how he felt dropping bombs on people and he said war is hell and you do what you got to do. I guess this is so but why not do what you got to do to not get in the war to begin with. Heart rending my friend.
Until we destroy ourselves, war will always be with us. It's too deeply rooted
in human DNA. In war, it's always paramount to WIN. With that in mind, humanitarian
concerns are a close second.
And unfortunately not that close
In this case, a de-nuclearized Iran is the MOST humanitarian thing
that could happen for the world. We should have done it a generation ago in North Korea, but almost all of our Presidents have been cowards at heart.
Kurt, this hit me…that shift from play to what’s coming is brutal in the quietest way. Powerful piece, my friend. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
Again, many thanks.
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