The stars are out,
A bedazzled sight;
The men are in,
The doors are shut;
A blast is heard,
In the distant- loud;
Another death,
Its time to mourn.
The sun is out,
The clouds at bay;
The tree leaves sway,
In a sorrowful trance;
The streets are filled,
The corpses-lifted;
A scene too common,
The people mourn.
The moon is out,
No stars tonight;
The kids are shut,
There’s little sound;
The women pray,
The husbands await;
Will this be the day,
Their corpses are lifted.
The sun is out;
The clouds at bay,
Another day…
The above image was gotten fromTHE MIDDLE eastern magazine
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Powerful for sure!
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Thank you very much! ☺️
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Is this a warzone poem?
A very strong message for mankind though.
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It is. Thank you very much. It is sad what is happening
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heartbreaking.
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It is really a sad reality 😪
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It is, and most of the time goes unnoticed by the world at large…because it is “far from our bedside”.
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This is so beautiful. It just makes me cry.
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Aww thank you very much. It really is heartbreaking thinking of all that they go through 😪
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The poem along with that picture touches the soul!
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