WHAT’S COMING
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Friday, 1 August 2014
WHAT’S COMING
Woe unto the wombs
Of those that gave birth
To the roaming killers
That live on oil, power
And children’s blood
Syria’s children
Feed on bread crumbs
Lying in the dust
Woe unto those
Rotten brain cells
From where birthed
Aggression on pretext
Of giving dreamy life
Man’s children
Feed on bread crumbs
Lying in the dust
Blood dripping from talons
Bomb dropping from wings
Burning burrows render
Rabbits in thousands homeless
Killers circling overhead
God’s children
Feed on bread crumbs
Lying in the dust
Such scenes were enacted before
Oppressors’ bones were scattered in the wind
A little bit impossible endurance needed
Before Time scourges the pestilence
From the shores
All children
Will feed on love
On this crystal globe
Posted for Marian’s prompt Jerusalem @ Real Toads
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To the roaming killers
ReplyDeleteThat live on oil, power
And children’s blood
This is the whole problem in a nutshell.
oh i can only hope that justice comes from beyond to the oppressors...and the greed that churns out bodies....woe indeed...
ReplyDeleteWar is a difficult question. Should not evil aggression be fought? How can evil doers be changed? Will not passivity put the aggressor in power?
ReplyDeleteWar is a difficult question. The suffering can be terrible to witness. But life on earth is just a moment, and this life is not the real thing.
The image of children feeding on bread crumbs will stay with me a long time......I love the hope in your closing stanza. People willing, may be it so.
ReplyDelete"children Feed on bread crumbs Lying in the dust" a haunting refrain - in a very moving write, Sumana.
ReplyDeleteYes, children feeding on bread crumbs, and in some instances literally dirt cakes...love the hope at the end.
ReplyDeleteThis Poem makes me want to grab a drum and drum and drum and drum ... "A little bit impossible endurance needed
ReplyDeleteBefore Time scourges the pestilence
From the shores"
whoa, so direct, so much power in your restraint here. this is really effective! i admire it. especially your refrain, so well done.
ReplyDelete… War - starvation, killing. We are capable of so much and yet we seem to never learn.
ReplyDeleteWoe indeed! Absolutely tragic
ReplyDeleteWar is so futile. Peace is the way - when will we learn that? Just as a side note, my poem is based on the diary of Anne Frank!
ReplyDeleteYou tell it like it is!
ReplyDeleteAnd gruesome it is too. Nightmare turned reality. Powerful.
Thank you for raising your voice and your pen against such atrocities...we must learn peace before more eat crumbs and lie in the dust.
ReplyDeleteNicely written message poem, Sumana. You did really good on the "feed on bread crumbs" reposition. It is better to give the children bread and "let the dogs eat the crumbs."
ReplyDeleteI love the thought that your last few lines encapsulates. It's hard to imagine that such oppressors started out as babies once...pure and innocent.
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