War Child Comments

Your poem explains what happens every day in many lands by many hands. A Poetic reportage of today's sad reality. War is Hell and peace must be heaven. Many unfortunate young beings exist in a miasma of chaotic instability; they consume, breathe, and dream fear, hate and hopelessness. Perhaps one day, we may find a balance. But for now, it's hard to take and if we are to survive, we must plant our stake. Intercession, intermediation? Be vigilant and pray for inspiration for answers to seemingly uncontrollable situations? An elegant solution awaits? I think not at this time, unless divine intervention deigns it so. Cy

wow, its powerful, very nicely done.