Can one feel what that child does?

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A child sits amidst the dust, asbestos, rubble

Eyes sunk into self.. yet wide and devoid of the tremors of death brewing within..

To be born into a life wielding no power,

But the love rendered by the womb and palm of the protector..

And at a sudden instant swept into smoke and fire,blood splattered of the power he knew..

Can one feel what that child does? A wait for god he once knew and had..

A shell of dark fear, dread, turmoil, torn life asphyxiates the beating heart…

And child chokes within.. clinging to nothing..

Suffering from plague inflicted by the cacodemons, men on his land..

Their horrendous misogynistic hunger for blithe innocence..

Draining the pulp of life and reveling in the numb pain diffused in the air..

The helios  of hope brutally shred.. flesh from bones..And yet not a tear shed..

For none are left to touch.. none can touch his moment…

 

From my window I see the rays flit through the blinds..

Their intensity simmered by the glass shield..

I see a sight peaceful.. sodden warmth,

The light breeze like music.. as the leaves flutter to its tune..

Sparrows titter.. shuffle between the green symphony..

I hear not… but eyes watch the music..as though notes scripted in the moments..

As though soft silence speaks.. spelling solace and hope..

Almost unreal.. The winds carry not a smear of pain..

The pain for the flow of the nature’s elements is null..

Or maybe it feels pain.. in the bloodied water and coagulate breath.

But not here.. its uncannily calm for a world trifled and drowning in pain..

Its a surreal, eerie balance that soothes not the heart..

Burden of pain outweighs the mass of solace..

 

 

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Categories: CHILDREN, darkness, HOPE, human rights, INNOCENCE, life, loss, poetry on life, society, struggle | Tags: , , , , , , , , , | 3 Comments

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3 thoughts on “Can one feel what that child does?

  1. Very powerful poem.

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  2. A deep felt post. And so frequent these days. Well maybe it’s been that way for ever. I just don’t remember my childhood plagued with so many horrors. Maybe WWII had calmed the human race a bit. For just a while. A shame. I was in Paris last month. Went to République where everyone gathered afer the killings. I couldn’t bring myself to walk the 3 blocks to the Bataclan.
    Regardless, I wish you a happy week-end my friend.

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