Savita Tyagi

War And Peace

An email surfaced from a military post
Request from a high commander
'Urgently needed for the children
Of desolate, war torn areas
Pencils, erasers, notebooks, backpacks'
First Their fathers, mothers
Uncle and brothers are killed
Then orphan hearts are being won
With colored pencils and chewing gum
Supplies pouring in from gentle souls
For there is no choice
But to color the face of evil
And rejoice!

Submitted: Sunday, September 01, 2013
Edited: Tuesday, September 03, 2013

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  • Valsa George (9/1/2013 7:57:00 AM)

    Colouring the faces of evil and rejoicing! How hypocritic, we humans are! With baubles, we try to win the hearts of children. But can anyone wipe their tears when being orphaned by territorial hostilities or other differences? A powerful write Savita! Thank you for your sweet comment! (Report) Reply

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