War Children

Small hands 

Small feet 

Make they're way across the street

The rain falls hard 

And tastes so sweet

As children run with blood on they're knees

Guns in hand 

They walk on foot 

To see a land covered in soot

Where homes once where

And friends once slept 

Its now all rubble and ancient defeat

Small palms 

Small soles

Have been together all along

They've run so far away together 

As waving flags of a new feather 

They are the kids of tommorow 

They are the kids of today 

We're all war children anyway

Reviews

[Gideon Poetry Review]

Dear Jordan,
I am the editor-in-chief of the newly founded Gideon Poetry Review. I would like to offer you the opportunity to have this poem published on our facebook page (https://www.facebook.com/Gideon-Poetry-Review-153059232153329/?ref=bookmarks).

We are a review aimed at promising emerging poets and we found your piece reflective of your potential.

Normally, we do not accept poetry which have been previously published online. However, we would like to make an exception here given that the poetry review has just started. Should you wish to accept this offer for publishing, do fill up the submission form on our webpage as soon as possible.(https://gideontaypoetryfoundation.weebly.com/submissions.html).

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Gideon Tay Poetry Review

[Coyote Poetry]

The poem is sad because it is true. Many places in this world. Children learn how to kill before they learn fun and pleasure. I like the way you described the situation and the strong ending. Thank you for the excellent poem.
Coyote

[azlamalo]

sad ;) and real good