The Day The Soldiers Came Poem by Shaun Cronick
The Day The Soldiers Came
Two little feet run in desperation,
Barefoot, cut and bleeding.
Scampering anywhere but here,
Escaping from back there.
Crying uncontrollably,
The way an innocent can only cry.
Fleeing from an enveloping nightmare.
To simply seek a hiding place,
To huddle down in perfect peace,
Perhaps a chance to sleep.
Oh! To simply sleep.
And dream of better days.
But not of this day.
The day the soldiers came.
Another magnificent write, Shaun. Fear, imminent danger, cruelty and nightmare have been vividly and brilliantly depicted in this amazing poem. A reader can feel the intense emotion felt by the child portrayed in this write. Spellbinding and powerful.
Rose Marie thank you. I recently viewed Schindler's List there was a little girl dressed in red who walks unscathed through scenes of black and white carnage and returns home and goes to bed. Later on we see the body of said innocent in red thrown onto a burning funeral pyre. it is an image I'll never forget, so powerful and tragic. This was written out of respect for all the fallen innocents. Thank you Rose Marie.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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5/22/2024 3:21:09 PM # 1.0.0.1119
Have to put this brilliant write to.my Poem List.
Thank you Rose Marie for both your kind comments and I thank you again.