Amidst the rubble and confusion
a child's hand clutching a toy.
Near by
The hand's arm twisted grotesquely
around a dead young woman.
Was it the hand's mother
to which the infant body clung?
Sans hands, sans eyes, sans-
You did your job smart bomb but,
after the first death there is no other.
(In memoriam the children of Gaza/* Grateful thanks to Dylan Thomas)
quite moving, this is a very good poem jerry. it says such sad things. thank you for it.
this reminds me of the little girl wearing a colored dress of the movie ' schindler's list'. it is so sad... good poem...thanks
I sure miss my friend who went to Iraq...I just hope he is all right. Stirring poem, good job
Touching piece of work.Gaza took such a terrible assault we can all understand where you're coming from.
wars and rumors of war should never happen. the innocent are the losers. good write
Hauntingly stirring, Mr. Hughes. Words to provoke confusion and revenge, yet calm our inner anger... How unfortunate that violence forces these memories upon us.
sir your poem shook me from within.. and could not stop myself from hailing curses on these perpetrators of this ghastly crime... 10+++ certainly.. regards prashant
Cruelity creamates the body but not the soul. Written in great synpathy for the innocent deaths. CP
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Thank you Jerry you remind us of the Evils & Human beings as same as the cruel War?