YOU wrote, long ago, of children crying
Today, I write of children dying
Like little linnets, a storm swallows their nest,
And the autumnal leaves among which to rest,
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The children died before their prime, Before hearing the dawn's nursery rhyme, Before breathing their first breath, Their eyes sighted the threshold of death. Before their mothers' kisses touch their faces, Before they feel their embraces, Before they can learn their names to say, Before it wakes, dies the day… Marvelous poem. it touches the core of the soul....... soooooo true. war kills, destroys. Ego rules and Satan rules this world, , this cruel world. i too read a lot of war stories of iraqe, syria, afghanistan.. so cruel is this world.. your poem will touch the heart of many of our poetfriends in poemhunter. tony
Death reaps their souls in every season....this line says a lot. The tragedy n misery of war is very effectively captured. Children pay the heaviest price unfortunately in the game of power that elders play. Very soul-stirring write.
This poem is an attempt to pay tribute to the Iraqi children who paid the heaviest price as a result of the American invasion of Iraq in 2003 which was the worst crime ever committed by the vanguards of freedom and democracy.
sufferings of children, war so cruel. the see cruelty and killing before their eyes and helpless they stay...... what is going on in these little minds.......overwork, tiredness, lack of food, lack of love and care in childhood. wonderful poem my dear poet. thank yu for taking such a topic for your poem. love it for its intensity.. thank u again. tony