Author photo by artist, Walter Bakowski

Wednesday, July 7, 2010

War zone

Here are the key words in this diminished world—

weapon,

target,

victor,

victim.


Take your next breath,

take your last breath.

Roll the dice over the edge of a cliff

into tomorrow’s headlines.


The war turns children into orphans,

the war turns children into corpses,

the war turns children into statistics.

Children, it’s not a good time to play outside.


Not everyone is listening,

not everyone is learning,

not every human is humane.


This is an angry poem.

Anger is a shovel blade

striking buried skull and rib,

slowly unearthing

another mass grave.

9 comments:

  1. 當一個人內心能容納兩樣相互衝突的東西,這個人便開始變得有價值了。............................................................

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  2. 量力而為,別勉強了,Cut your coat according to your cloth...................................................................

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  3. 我只知道,假如我去愛人生,那人生一定也會回愛我................................................

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  4. 只用微笑說話的人,才能擔當重任。................................................

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