Bring Them Home.

Bodies mount like grains of sand
Along the highways of barren lands
Dust and cordite, under scorching sun
Blood and tears in torrents run
Children scatter with fear filled eyes
Among the corpses black with flies
The stench of death permeates the air
But life is cheap so who will care
Twisted metal burning tyres
Plumes of smoke from funeral pyres
Executions, screams of hate
no time for sense, its all to late
Torn and bleeding the world looks on
Our youth destroyed in a war not won
Its not 12 B.C. or even Rome
Its time to bring our children home.




Poetry by penfold18
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Written on 2006-10-13 at 11:01

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Veld Cooper
Hear, hear, Graham, I fully identify with your powerful protest!
Veld
2006-10-15


Amanda K
Dear,
Death and the unworthiness of humanbeings' lives finely depicted.
2006-10-13


BlueyedSoul
Excellent Graham...it made me cry. Written with so much grace.
~Blue

*this should be an editor's choice*
2006-10-13


Zoya Zaidi
Writ in pain and in blood,
These lines my eyes do flood.
So, much blood shed, so much murk!
So much pain, so much gore!
So many unjust wars,
So many lives at stake,
What has World come to today?
Where Oil is dearer than Life!
Where only Might is Right!!!!

Let us bring our children home!
Yes, let us bring our children home...

((((hugs, heartfelt))))
Love,
Zoya
2006-10-13


Daybreaker
How great it is to once more read your poems!

This one is a raw testimony of our times, of all times, and a reminder of the madness of it all.

A true beauty!
2006-10-13


Kathy Lockhart
this sent chills all over me. I pray for their safe return, Quickly! Beautifully expressed
2006-10-13


lastromantichero The PoetBay support member heart!
Again graham this is such a very good continuation of a theme and its good to see you back rgds mike
2006-10-13