Poetry

Tears of War

A woman screams, her baby held in her arms.

A soldier tries to quieten her qualms.

A son sits by his father’s body,

Waiting to be rescued by somebody.

The ruins around formerly a home,

Are surrounded by a striking drone.

Blood-soaked clothing and wiping tears away.

Their eyes filled with screaming fears say:

What can they do?

Who will help them?

Why?

 

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