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Baby Brave

A boy lines up plastic soldiers 
In straight rows across his floor.
He knocks them down with callow ease
In a naive game of war.

Far across the deepest ocean,
In between rich, well-known places,
Little boys become those soldiers -
Grow hard lines upon their faces.

Guns weigh down their frail frames,
As they march in groups like drones;
Passing by jumbles of bodies -
Messy piles of flesh and bones.

One cries softly in the corner,
Another cannot bear the sound.
He takes the blunt side of his gun
And beats the other to the ground.

In the streets they pass right over
Mothers murdered, sisters raped,
Countless men whose limbs are broken,
But whose empty eyes still gape.

Narrow roads become red rivers,
Neighbourhoods go up in flames,
Backyards turn into cold graveyards -
Still they play this twisted game.

Far across the deepest ocean,
In the richest, well-known places,
Boys line up their plastic soldiers
With blind smiles upon their faces.

Copyright © Heather Ober

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  1. Date: 6/14/2013 3:34:00 PM
    such a powerful piece, "backyards turn into cold graveyards" packs a particular punch, and the title is spot-on; I continue to be awed by your poetical ability, you have that special something that can't be taught - congrats on your win :)

  1. Date: 6/13/2013 5:36:00 PM
    Well crafted piece of poetry that kept me wondering where you were marching with this piece until the end. I loved the ending to this piece. Wow! you nailed it! congrats Kim

  1. Date: 3/26/2013 7:00:00 AM
    Wow...I did not expect this poem to go where it did. It's complex. I mean, innocence playing at brutality...blind smiles. You blew me away with this one.

  1. Date: 1/26/2013 1:38:00 PM
    hmm, I am just going in circles and can't seem to find a new poem to comment to. I love all your poems. Please do a lot more!!!

  1. Date: 11/23/2012 9:45:00 PM
    WOW, you are such an incredible thinking poet. I wish I had more time so I could see more poems of yours. Too busy tonight playing catchup here. But I do hope to see more!!! this poem really tells it like it is!!

  1. Date: 8/20/2012 1:12:00 PM
    I think you have described my world. You have a way with words

  1. Date: 8/16/2012 1:04:00 PM
    Wow! I love this, intense indeed. I really like how you married the thought of little boys playing war with the real wages of war! :) Tanya And thanks for stopping by.

  1. Date: 8/14/2012 8:42:00 PM
    One very intense write, my dear Heather.... well done! Love and hugs, Jack xxxxx

  1. Date: 8/13/2012 1:49:00 PM
    so true war is a bloody game,great write Heather

  1. Date: 8/13/2012 11:39:00 AM
    Heather very well done, war is a dreadful thing amd solves nothing, if it did there would have only one war....David