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Gazing at Genocide

Children, women and men
Fleeing the call of the siren
Preceding the missiles
The clustered projectiles.

Unrelenting roaring thunder
Bodies rent asunder
A leaden sky overcast
Dreams in the distant past.

Genocide gush or
Trickle-feed terror
Casualties side by side
Victims of Genocide.

Many lives undocumented
Dead souls unaccounted
Senseless insanity
Crimes against humanity.

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nice to meet you!

In this poem you have captured one of my biggest concerns. and you have done it with clarity and style. these lines sum it up neatly:

Many lives undocumented
Dead souls unaccounted
Senseless insanity
Crimes against humanity.

always, Cat

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When someone reads your work
And responds, please be courteous
And reply in kind, thanks.

Thanks for your kind remarks,  As for the insanity of the aggression by political war criminals, it continues and many are serial war criminals. 

The senseless insanity of driving the natives from their homelands and then having to bear the cost of transporting, feeding and housing them in many nations around the world creating problems for the natives of those nations is beyond belief. 

I recommend you read the article by Seymour Hersch about the Syrian involvement to see the sheer lunacy that created and is exacerbating the current crisis. This same failed policy is being replicated in many conflicts around the globe.

Even in my backyard, that was home to a moral giant of peace, Mahatma Gandhi, instead of building on his tremendous legacy and being a moral beacon to the aggression elsewhere around the world, the political pygmies of today have instead abandoned the moral legacy and started to ape the aggressive ways of the militant rogue nations. Gandhi's nation is now the largest importer of destructive weapons of war costing tens of billions of dollars while three hundred million citizens live lives of poverty that are worse than in sub-Saharan Africa.

 

author comment

well written
meaningful
thankfully we can post
..
the voice
some places poems
with any voice
the poets are jailed
muzzled removed
and dissapeared
collaborators abounded
in all wars

worlds tilting
book I was taught
with says the world
will right itself
When the End finally
arrives..
Independence from the
enslavement and basic
management by larger
countries
led to pawn puppet
pauper states

business now
compared to loyalty to king
crown state
but..goods for nothing
or next too it
without any legal responsibility
for work conditions
etc to said "slave markets"

war is not beautiful but the land
is...post epic battles and settling
the tourist trade picks up again
after much suffering

Why open countries accept the
brilliantly hard working wealthy
who buy their way in
or work their way in
people used to complain of the
foreign shop owners here
but they run things well
stay open more often
less hassle on return and
work hired help
Pay off the pay off to keep
their paper and obtained
citizenship
and send their children
to the univercities here
and make sure the kids
knuckle down..
nothings perfect all
systems are strife with
the aberrant
detailing of the gritty
grey...

onward the worm of
opression crawls

Excellent poem!
Thank U!

Mr Wolf!

Rhyku-esque ode to your profound and profuse prose:

Output balladesque
A thousand word picturesque
Simply Esker-esque!

author comment

and I do need to trim it down..
hedgerow of words
t Banzia tree...

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