The Bodies

The Bodies

A Poem by Sarah W. French


A child finds a body
bloodied and broken.
The police find
some dusty remains.
A babe plays on his
shot mother.
Day in, day out
the bodies are found.
And no one weeps
no on mourns.
The children are hidden
as bodies are buried.
We turn on the tv,
the news.
We blink in creepy calm
as fire, water, and death
But we shun our
children from such sites.
We watch death as a
game, letting kids wander.
But they too will grow,
and realize what those
bodies mean.

© 2012 Sarah W. French

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So true ! Death is not something we should keep from our children . As parents we are responsible for preparing our children to face life and all that comes with it .

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Added on December 27, 2012
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Sarah W. French
Sarah W. French


I won't be publishing all my poems on here but I am putting them on my tumblr. Please check them out. I'm a 16 year old girl who mostly writes poems. I have been verbally bullied and use poetry t.. more..