Losing Friends Poem by Tor Magnor Solvang

A giant stumbles, once so proud,
The world now laughs, a little loud.

Seventy lands, a worried plea,
'Stop the killing, and let them be! '

A million souls, from homes they fled,
To tents of hope, now filled with dread.

Bombs rain down, on fragile ground,
Where peace was sought, but none was found.

Old friends stand back, their words unclear,
'Your planes stay down, no longer here.'

The giant sighs, confused and lost,
A heavy price, a bitter cost.