Mother and Small Child

More victims of the horrors of war! The Foureyed Poet.

The Foureyed Poet

A small child gazed helplessly at his mother

straining to see her mournful tired face

gripping tightly with a tiny cold hand

in shock laying by his injured brother

their home just rubble in the desert sand

wishing they were all in a different place

so young three years old on this very night

shaking in fear the noise ringing in his ears

then a silence jus cries of pain to behold

checking her son then grasping him so tight

cowering waiting for help in the dark and cold

unable to stop all their endless salty tears

bewildered trying to protect her young child

were taken away from this scene of carnage

though not knowing any other way of  life

to an alien society where humans were not wild

these innocent people who had enough of strife

realising there were places of peace not rage

traumatized like so many others standing…

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