Horror of War Injures Us
Bombed out of our comfort but the children do not see
Keep it from our sweet babies, so they will be on track.
Despondent, bereft, discouraged, my husband and me.
Wisdom prevents us from burdening our child’s back.
Horror of war injures us, the simple every day masses.
Accepted by whom? The untouchable richest of classes.
Written 9-28-2019
Contest: Make It Six Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Joseph May
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Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2019
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