There Are Those Who Pray For You

There Are Those Who Pray For You

A Poem by Poppy Ruth Silver

Silence is a war crime
one picture said
held by a child
no more than ten years old

Why should any child
wear the mark of murder
upon their blood stained shirt
that was white before the red
soaked through to their skin

In another picture
again, drawn by a child
their world is poignantly voiced
tanks, bombs, war planes
death, destruction, tears
and so much fear

They should be free
to draw rainbows and unicorns
suspend belief of the world
in their innocent years
it is more than owed to them
they are our future

No child should be dressed in white
and buried beneath the setting sun
as the Mother and Father weep
for the promise they have lost
for the child they unconditionally loved
and the bombs keep falling
repeatedly
over and over
they scream
they reign
they inflict
more loss
uncountable pain

Silence is a war crime

one picture said

Little girl who held that picture
trapped in purgatory
I shall speak for you
words are my only weapon
I offer them to your broken heart
but not without wishing
I could do more

I cry for you
send you my light
so you may see some beauty
amidst the hell you encounter daily
then I cry more
because I am aware
I am only human

By all the Gods
I wish I were more
your tears would be held
by my gentle hands
the chaos taken from your land
the promise of future to you
would I humbly return

I long for your freedom
to see you draw a happy face
with colour added to the paper
not just black and white horrors
of corrupt, calculated murder

Have faith little girl
there are those who hold you close
there are those who mourn with you
in a land where belief can't be suspended
there are those who pray for you
no child should wear the mark of murder
upon their blood stained shirt
and the bombs keep falling
louder and louder


(c)2014 PoppySilver

© 2014 Poppy Ruth Silver



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A beautiful poem that describes something awful. Thank you for this one, it really hits you hard in the feelings.

// O

Posted 9 Months Ago


Very poignant write. I can see it being posted in a shelter (hosting innocent civilian children/teenagers) in a war-torn nation.

Posted 3 Years Ago


It was in Afghanistan a little dude, couldn't have been more than 8, tried to trade us his prosthetic leg for
some MRE'S. (meals ready to eat) You don't forget things like that, ever.

Posted 3 Years Ago


Powerful, raw and vivid. If only peace tended to break out as readily as war does these days, the drawings made by children can finally make room for flowers and unicorns instead of tanks and bombs and missiles.

Posted 3 Years Ago


So sad,
Tears don't take away their pain as the world floats by,
forgetting about the terror in their hearts--purple hearts turning black.

Posted 3 Years Ago


I agree.
"Silence is a war crime
one picture said
held by a child
no more than ten years old"
When we do nothing, we become part of the problem. The above stood for me. When a child is killed or murdered for the profit of war and hate. All of us lose. Thank you for sharing the powerful poetry.
Coyote

Posted 3 Years Ago


Your poem voices the concern for children being subjected to terror of war.The riots,terror,wars all these things hamper the mindset of a child.. you've very well portrayed the contrast- drawings of war smeared with blood( black and white colouring) and on the other hand paintings of rainbow( colourful and s ray of hope). Areally appealing write.We should pray for the peace of our society.

~Sophy

Posted 3 Years Ago


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S.F
Simply heart-captivating. These truth-screaming words brought mournful and shameful tears to my eyes.
Your poem speaks truth in the most moving way, making us want to march for all the dying, wounded, mourning children in this death-doomed world and help with all we have for just the pleasure of seeing their sun-bright smiles. Thank you for sharing this.
~S.F

Posted 3 Years Ago


"no child should wear the mark of murder
upon their blood stained shirt
and the bombs keep falling
louder and louder"

such poignant words...no child should bear that life...pray for every child that lives in war...

Posted 3 Years Ago



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Poppy Ruth Silver
Poppy Ruth Silver

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Merry Meet all, welcome to my page. I write mainly poetry but I also write stream of thought prose. I also create spoken word poetry and have a couple of novels on the go (dust covered albeit;) My .. more..

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