Precious life
bled out on the battlefield -
naked, bleeding souls revealed
and in the name of peace;
Children lost,
never to be found again,
matters not, for none will win
the ravages of war;
Neither side
will find the solace in their loss,
they say their prayers and kiss the cross,
but nothing can be saved;
Brave the child
who sacrificed his life for peace,
who willingly did sign the lease
oblivious to fear;
Yet, all that's left
to fill the void within our hearts,
a flag to prove they played their parts
heroically and well;
Life goes on,
and still the grief flows raw and deep,
the nights drag on devoid of sleep,
for nothing cures the pain;
Precious life,
imagine how it could have been,
if death was not an option when
the world lay in their hands;
Parents cry,
for senseless wars will e'er be fought,
freedom's peace cannot be bought.....
Our children soldier on.
Swimming in the sea of sadness yet surging with significance!
Anguish of deprived parent is so very touchingly portrayed. Very well written, Linda.
Anguish of deprived parent is so very touchingly portrayed. Very well written, Linda
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
You write from the heart, Linda. Thanks for sharing Peace