Little Collateral Damage
Children's lives lost to war - a grave mistake,
Sad unforgiving abnormality.
Damage, collateral, for no one's sake,
Spurns norms of humankind's morality.
Failure to survive beyond the childhood
To heinous human criminals of war;
Fairy tales, flawed, as evil trumps the good,
As hopes of innocence cut short to soar.
Another war is on and children die,
Damage, collateral, for no one's sake.
A heavy burden cast on human mind -
Lost children tiny graves - war's grave mistake.
My children live to tell, well fed and bred,
Spared from destiny of mad men mistakes.
I laugh with them but furtive tears are shed -
For those lost lives my heart silently aches.
January 21, 2023
Copyright © Margarita Lillico | Year Posted 2023
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