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Submitted by lauren ikon on 5 March 2008 - 5:16pm.
Their small
bodies
turned blue.
Static hearts,
empty
lungs.
Frail bones:
glass fragments
just barely a fit,
like odd puzzle
pieces.
Thin,
clinging skin
is a weak
militia
against
everyday
wars.
Across
all borders,
color and
land, their
sunken eyes
transcend.
From city
slums,
to desert
huts,
the
rumblings
of stomachs
rise. The
noise is
a child’s
cry.
Every five
seconds another
dies.
I want the raw truth, feel free to knock me on my back
(2 votes)
Quite striking, I especially
Quite striking, I especially liked stanza 4, nice image!
Kieran
“Mind, how you go!”
- Roger McGough’s poem for LSD Awareness Week
Yes it packs a punch. And
Yes it packs a punch.
And its a good write.
All the best
eric
Brava!
This really tugs the heartstrings and makes me want to hold my babies closer.
Lacy,
Where power corrupts,poetry cleanses.