Congo

just a thought

Just before my second cup of tea I fell through the newspaper ;

and woke up in Congo.

Weapons carried children;old eyes in young heads,

the sick pride of a bent solidarity in rows that never end ;

cruel beyond understanding;a stolen childhood ;

the pushing of pointless borders;just games;gotcha.

And if you don`t care;there is just one thing worse than

failing as a poet;not having tried. 

Reviews

[Ufi Auttorri ~ UfoAutho..]

Child warriors... gotcha.

[Tina Kline]

A stark poem, full of reality. Too bad such things
have to occur but they seem too without
end. A great poem here, very skillfully done.

[Coyote Song]

A very dark poem, but a very important one. Not having tried is, I think, what failure really means. Important message and good strong writing.

[Ken Simm.]

I agree with Emma, more reviews.
Strong justified poetry. Art with bones that is what this is.

[emmajoy]

' And if you don`t care; there is just one thing worse than ~ failing as a poet; not having tried. '

You should have more reviews for this, the world matters, every corner of it.

[Eric Cox]

A strong write of deep meaning. A well penned voice within. Excellent job.

[emmajoy]

A magnifcent brevity of seeing the world and wishing you could do more than put words down. Believe me, you have.