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?
Categories: Poetry
sadly this is the reality of a lot of people, thank you for writing/sharing
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