Orphaned in Limbo

Orphaned in Limbo

little angels

ascend from the smoking

mountains of concrete and brick

mortar

as mortars blast life

into submissive agony

torn apart

bodies

families

in fanatical storm

they rise

so small

so young

still winged for flight

a huge hand reaches down

cradles

up past the clouds

the screaming chorus

ruins

charred tombs

a poet says a prayer

a eulogy is written

in charred metaphor

not clever

just a heart typing out

letters to God

sanctuary spoiled

the spoils of war

the playgrounds

now empty of laughter

which is forever stifled.

erin-cilberto

3/7/22

Reviews

[Light and ashes]

You have an amazing way with words, jacob. I couldn't help but be reminded of the concentration camps in WW2 and the little souls escaping up and out of the gas chambers, although I know you wrote it about Ukraine.

This would work for any time when a civilization has been pounded by terrorism and warfare. War is always such a gruesome thing. It is never a beautiful thing, but it is especially tragic when it is unprovoked, 99.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

but there are parallels for sure, light...
there are,
and I always shoot for universal...thank you for your words,
j.

[Light and ashes]

Well, you did a damn good job.

[Writergurl]

This is so heart breaking, I agree. I can feel the emotions through out your write

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you, writergurl,
j.

[DIVYA]

This is so heartbreaking. We humans never learn, we never change, we keep doing this. It's been millennia. Yet we're still barbarians. Cruel and hateful. Your words are gripping and shake me.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

like in that song, "where have all the flowers gone" with the lyrics, "When will they ever learn, oh when will they ever learn."
thank you, DIVYA,
j.