The Roar of a Child

                                                                                                          

Oh Mother hear me Roar, a Roar of Thunder

against the killing of brother’s and sister’s

the long deadly days are filled with play and wonder

we follow the leader with the eyes of a soldier

a heavy load but this gun is my only protector

the ways of fate scream my name with every pull of the trigger

called to the line we stand side by side a mere stranger

take up the stride together we strive shoulder to our new brother

my sadness begs beautiful in the dark skies of sparkle and fire

a dream lost and places unknown call for wishes on a star

hope is still alive but everyday she swims further and wider

Oh Mother hear me Roar, a Roar of Thunder

to save our sister’s and brother’s

                                                   Terry D’Arcy-Ryan

          

                                                                                                                                                                                  

      

  

                                                    

                                

                                                                                  
                 

Author's Note

Roar is a very emotionally attached Poem that I wrote for the a generation of Mother's.
As I wrote about these children a version similar to Roar formed and I am happy to share this Poem called Roar with these children. If you are still reading thank you and God Bless

Sheer Terror

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

I went to Africa in the nineties. Water, food and medicine missions. I saw 12 year old with automatic weapons. Cold eyes and cold heart. No time to be kids in some place. A powerful and true write my friend. The photos made the words come alive.
Coyote

[Pete]

so sad. hard to be an innocent child in the midst of such strife & turmoil in war-torn places. we all become prisoners in the struggle.

[Harley Quinn]

Beautiful! I always enjoy reading your writing. :)

[ROXANE DORSEY]

Such children, why can't they be a plain kid. One who smile, laughs and lie. Thanks for sharing this nice poem.

[Carol Cashes]

I immediately thought of my family photo albums filled with pics of Christmas mornings, birthdays and dirty noses after playing all day with visiting cousins. The contrast is stark and stimulates an involuntary visceral response, especially in a mother. Sheer Terror you made me feel Utter Sadness.