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A Poem by m.s.early

They write songs for the dead
Sitting on the stones and sand
While the smoke from the car bomb
Is still warm,
A dark frown
In an otherwise peaceful sky.

© 2018 m.s.early


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Brings to mind many an image seen over the years on news channels.
Places that look blissful blighted by fear and violence

Posted 5 Years Ago


m.s.early

5 Years Ago

Thank you for your words. I had been in Afghanistan. This happened where I was just a week after I h.. read more
The world is a darkened sad place..we must basque in the light of the hope and renew our spirits through life and love. Your words never leave me empty and often push me closer to light. Wishes of wellness and bliss for you and yours!

Posted 5 Years Ago



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Added on August 28, 2018
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"A poet's work is to name the unnameable, to point at frauds, to take sides, start arguments, shape the world, and stop it going to sleep." -Salman Rushdie more..

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