Diane Masen

Death To His Children - Poem by Diane Masen

To his unloved children,
In the lonely city,
Beneath the blackened sky,
Thousands of children were waiting to die.

Among their Holy Father,
Above the abandoned graves,
For them to live,
During the last beautiful sunset,
Somehow they were all dead.

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Poem Submitted: Monday, March 23, 2009

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