39 Are Dead Poem by Heath Gunn
39 Are Dead
4 bombs explode, inside Iraq,
39 are dead.
Planted by extremists,
is what the papers said.
1 inside a cement bag,
another in a car.
Between them they killed 16,
and many more are scarred.
2 more booby-trapped lorries,
exploded in a village.
And no-one can justify,
the mindless human spillage.
A list of facts and figures,
reported in the news.
But the families of those whom have died,
what about their views.
Does their voice ever get heard?
Who takes time to ask?
The little children orphaned by,
the bombers deadly blast.
No-one reports their misery.
No-one reports their grief.
Is it because their stories will be,
So far beyond belief?
But the papers will continue,
to report on numbers lost.
And never tell the stories of,
the ones who feel the loss.
And we’ll continue reading,
the facts and figures written.
But really we should all hear,
accounts of those grief stricken.
very sad and makes me feel sorry for the world! nicely written!
A nice poem, good flow and interesting theme to tackle. Caring for others' grief is such a noble human feeling, not given to everyone. Suicide bombers are such extremist persons who mis-interpret the Quran and disfigure ISLAM for personal reasons. Islam is not a religion that calls for extermination and annihilation of each other. It rather calls for Peace and TOLERANCE of differences whether of race, color, class or faith.
Saddam has gone, so was Bush.But, the terror drama is still on-going.So, whats the problem now? Mad people led by mad leaders, the whole country has gone mad.Excellent writes Heath!
People all over the world are becoming so insensitive towards the misery of other people, be it war, poverty, exploitation of oppression. If the civilized people of the whole world raise their voices in unison against all these maladies...........there can be no wars, no terrorism........But where are these civilized people? Who can bring them together and record their concern? ? ? / a very good poem my friend. Touching.
With empathy - 10 Seconds It took nine months to make you, hard labour to give you breath, sixteen years to watch you grow until you left the nest. Then they took you In their army, sent you off to war and on one dark and filthy night it took one shot, ten seconds for them to take your life.
Excellent subject Nicely written I have also taken similar theme in my 'Smudge of Blood' When time permits pls see the similarity in our theme. Rgds Nooruddeen
First, thanks for writing on this topic, Heath. 'A list of facts and figures, reported in the news. But the families of those whom have died, what about their views..' Pitily, most of the media is just an account of dry facts often going through minds not touching souls, leaving most of us cold-hearted..and, terrible to say but true...accustomed to it...Thanks for sharing this poem, it tells very much to learn and ponder on. A.
Violence is senseless, and no benefit has ever come out of it. People who resort to violence are those who fail to reason with order in their minds. The verse is touching.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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Hey Jude...dont carry the world on your shoulders... for well you know he is a fool, who plays it cool...and make the world a little colder...Yes, I suppose you're right. respect and acknowledge.