The Flames of War
In the cool blue morning she woke
She gave the prowling cat a stroke
She chose ear rings of fake gold
And gave her children a last hold
Off to work through damaged streets
Just to sort out some balance sheets
Up the stairs someone runs with news
A missile has landed in the mews
Rushing back she finds a heap of rubble
Her mind screams and frets at all the trouble
Her cherished children are now all gone
The remaining neighbours gather as one
Looking up and away from the scene
Thinking about what had previously been
Tears in her bright blue eyes
As flames reach up for the skies
I saw the photograph in a newspaper
I made it into a dark T-shirt later
When I wear the shirt
I think of political dirt
Jon.H
Beautiful poem Jon Thank you for sharing Mario Odekerken
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Looking up and away from the scene mind provoked thought hearing about war. An amazing sharing is done here...10