Caren Krutsinger Poet Rhyme

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
Image Number 4

♡Like0

Share Poem

---

Post Comments

Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.

Please Login to post a comment

Gershon Wolf October 4, 2019 at 1:36 PM That last line is a zinger, Caren. I wish some of the members of those classes would read it---not that it would move most of them much. But at least they'd read/hear it... Congrats on your win in the contest. Warm wishes, Gershon

Joseph May October 3, 2019 at 8:03 PM Your title says it all Caren, Congrats on your win Caren Krutsinger October 4, 2019 at 12:55 AM Thank you so much! I am thrilled!