Spectacle Poem by nimal dunuhinga
Spectacle
My little sparrow flies all over the middle east sky
and she tells'A sparkle round the clock there,
they are at the frontier face to face'.
For what?
A friendly chat?
No my dear they are willing to see the blood each other.
A tyrannize movement!
I passed a message to my little sparrow
'If possible ask the raincloud to make an incessant rain and
a typhoon to scatter all these inhuman invalids
and moisture their heads, brains and souls'
She replied ' I'll try my level best uncle'
Now she calls me uncle,
Oh! I am ageing?
Dedication to the poetess Huda.Orfali
War really plays no favorites.It brings death to both young and old without regard to race, culture or creed. My prayers go up for all of them on the wings of your fragile little sparrow.Very touching poem, Nimal. Regards, Sandra
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4/25/2024 12:05:37 AM # 1.0.0.1119
A very touching piece Nimal. You use your craft to make a statement, yet this is not a diatribe, you are much too measured for that. The imagery is great and I love that you placed a sparrow at the centre of the narrative rather than going for a tired old cliche such as a dove.