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The Tin Man

They said he had no heart at all.
They said he felt no pain.
The stone-faced man just gave the facts.
No feelings would he feign.

He talked of floods and accidents.
He spoke of deadly quakes.
There were reports of surgeries.
He spoke of bites from snakes.

But then one day a war broke out.
It was one of the worst.
The man that was most seasoned.
He would report it first.

And so the tin man was sent out.
Across the world he flew.
He would report of countries torn.
A place where hatred grew.

Day and night, the two sides fought.
The massacre was brutal.
Leaders said they saw no hope.
They said the talks were futile.

One night the man reported late.
The sun was going down.
The light was still enough to see.
The story done in town.

The bullets came from everywhere.
Small fires raged around.
The camera man had focused in.
It seemed there was no sound.

The little girl had stumbled out. 
She could have been his own.
Her face had blood, her skin was torn.
The building had been blown.

The girl appeared as in a daze.
But still their eyes did meet.
Amidst the terror all around.
She walked across the street.

She looked just like an angel.
Her dress was burnt and torn.
She held her hands out to the man.
Her face was so forlorn.

Not more than thirty feet away.
His eyes fixed on the girl’s.
A bullet flew and she went down.
The blood had drenched her curls.

The man just stood in silence.
Like time had stopped in space.
The tin man’s heart had melted.
And tears streamed down his face.

They said he never was the same.
The damage pierced his soul.
They said that you could almost see.
How the bullet made a hole.

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  1. Date: 5/24/2012 3:22:00 PM
    War may be necessary in defense of one's country, but not as an act of aggression for the sake of oil or power. This is a well told horror story.

    Arroyo Avatar Samia Ali Arroyo
    Date: 5/24/2012 5:30:00 PM Block poet from commenting on your poetry


    I agree with you so much Vince. War to defend a country is one thing but it should not be for aggression and definitely not for oil or power. Thank you so much for your comment. :)
  1. Date: 4/14/2012 3:31:00 PM
    Wonderful, Samia... The sencelessness so vivid... I must read more of yours...Terry

    Arroyo Avatar Samia Ali Arroyo
    Date: 4/14/2012 3:42:00 PM Block poet from commenting on your poetry


    Hi Terry, Thank you very much. I really loved your poem. You must write more ...Samia
  1. Date: 4/10/2012 4:45:00 AM
    Thank YOU Rockman for your lovely comment. Yes, I guess it is a story for all times, unfortunately ...Samia

  1. Date: 4/10/2012 12:39:00 AM
    A heart wrenching story. Not just of todays times but of all times. From the beginning of time. Will we ever learn that death and destrustion will never be the answer? So sad that freedom comes through the price of domination. Let's hope that freedom will always prevail. Great poem for much thought. Thanks Samia. Rockman :-)

  1. Date: 4/8/2012 1:46:00 PM
    Hi Ilene, Thank you very much. I'm so glad you liked it!

  1. Date: 4/8/2012 1:06:00 PM
    this is very well rhymed and has a beautiful flow. i enjoyed it very much!