Hope she’s in a peaceful place
Where it’s not 106
and war is not drunk
with the polluted river water
that terrorists bathe in.
She was fourteen and murdered
raped
Her family saved from living with the horror.
They were killed as well
and I want it to say something
about war.
Like a bug crawling from a
silent, dead mouth
and I want there to be a point.
I want there to be outrage.
Not the quiet reflection,
understanding almost,
that she gets as she tells her story
to the angels seated at the still water
in the marketplace
of the shining city.
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Thanks, Matthew.
No problem! Great poem as well
beautiful read.
Wow! This was very interesting indeed. I like it a lot.
Thank you very much.