Poetry and Prose

The Story

How do they play When what they see Are mortals on decay? No grounds, no tree No springs nor lea— Abandoned by humanity Forsaken to eternity. Change their story, End terror, anger, fury. For my child is yours Their burdens are ours. ———————————————————— The fourth of the seven poems for the series I dubbed  Nam… Continue reading The Story

Poetry and Prose

The Play

The stage was set And actors on their feet, In a story of fear and fret On hatred and scorching heat. First act came the bombing A lowly town turned nothing– Children and women and men Die in agony and pain. Second act: the children To schools they’ve never been. Their playgrounds covered in rubbles… Continue reading The Play

Poetry and Prose

The Prayer

See the rain of blood The lifeless lying on mud. Hear her tears, oh Heaven Her fears of things unseen. A child’s only prayer Is to play her teddy bear, But her dreams are gone In lighting speed of a rocket bomb. A sire’s only desire Is paradise of muses in lyre. But his family… Continue reading The Prayer