The Living Displaced

Political, humane, for children and adults alike, realistic yet optimistic poetry amid a minefield of subjects; war, land, occupation and territories.

The Living Displaced

 

Vegetables for breakfast, there is no bread

Splinters for company where there was a shed

Roses on my pillow now covered in dust

Blooded gardens, eroding rust

 

Displaced and all separate

Compassion seeks a friend

The army and the soldiers

They don’t stop, they don’t lend

 

We eat off the floor boards; Dad mops out the yard

Mum pins up the photos; we know that it’s hard

 

It’s within an arm’s reach

On the tips of bitten tongues

A million hearts together

Lost daughters and gnarled sons

 

Time to disrobe garments, stop loving that there gun

Blow beliefs and reasons, know what’s done is done

Pull out pins for pinning, leaflets preaching peace

Detonate warring seasons, sprinkle seeds.

Don’t cease.

 

Richard Stevens

Author's Note

Peace sounds great..wonderful yet is too noisy and problematic amid the all too heard booms of guns, shells, mortar fire and stomping of mechanical yet human feet. We are human, with voices and hearts to speak up. Families everywhere MATTER. I hope you read and remember this...