Cruel Poem by Birdie Anderson

Cruel



For that year
That month
That day
That hour
That minute
That second
That moment devoured
A man
A woman
A boy
A girl
A toddler
A infant destroyed
This country
This village
This state
This county
This town
This city
This land
This house attacked
Your mother
Your farther
Your grandma
Your grandpa
Your brother
Your sister
Your aunt
Your uncle
Your cousin
Your children killed
Broken nations
Broken families
Broken homes
Broken bones
Broken hearts beyond repair
For this is the sound
Of a war

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