I catch somehow <br />The view of inside tears. <br />In eyes that peer behind <br />That furrowed brow. <br /> <br />Behind the smile <br />Bravely shown for camera <br />Lens, there the pretence ends <br />As, all the while <br /> <br />Endless red dust <br />Surrounds the sound of home <br />Falling, wall by broken wall. <br />But smile she must. <br /> <br />Homeless now, with <br />Age-old grit she sits, aware <br />Her world has stopped. <br />Another bomb <br />In error, dropped.<br /><br />Fay Slimm<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/dare-we-forget/
