(Soldiers and Children of War) <br /> <br />Long days gone, long nights perilous in their wake, smoky haze for days to come, <br />Lives blotted, eyes forlorn, raging storms in the heart of the land as too outside <br />Do we live but to pick up the pieces, weave minds, build homes, and heal bones, <br />Dreaming and living, re-living the dreams, of a life gone past <br />or does it all start from tomorrow? <br /> <br />Is there an end in sight, oh men in shirts planning and signing off battles on desks <br />Have you strategically drawn up sweaty palms nursing broken homes <br />Stringing bloody pearls, patching gory wounds, oh their weary existence <br />Living on puddles, river water, running red for days of sorrow, miles from home <br />Broken men, weeping women, lost children building villages? <br /> <br />Who absolves whom when eyes and voices plead and hands pray for mercy <br />Old folk, with the weak swallowed, the fallen to be hidden by dusty mounds <br />Will this soon be forgotten with long smoky days and haunting vivid nights <br />Or is it a life time with the turning season but with no hope for me, for us, <br />Oh! men in crisp shirts planning and scheming on your desks or heavens above? <br /> <br />Tell me, who else sees what I see, where do I search for those seeking the day <br />When broken homes are nursed by healed bones, gory minds building villages <br />Broken men and weeping women searching for things they once knew <br />When red rivers of sorrow shimmer in the opaque silver moon with a vibrant new life <br />A smoky lazy haze welcoming the end in sight...just heavens above? <br /> <br />010108<br /><br />Sylvi Sylva<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/lament-of-a-war-child/
