Nakba

Dear Margot We have never met sixteen going on seventeen every child should have dreams yours stolen at nineteen I wish I knew, truly is it evil or hate? to steal the life of a child never mind thousands after the Warsaw Ghetto uprising the SS hunted and killed all buried in the ruins this evil never left the world a declaration made, Belfor now thousands more children slaughtered their homes also possessed and stolen sadly those who came after you learned nothing but hate they too are the brown shirts the children of Gaza weep, then die hug everyone of them for me in heaven

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Eileen Manassian

Date: 5/25/2024 1:11:00 PM

So sad. My heart cannot bear the sorrow these children have to face before they die. Where is the voice of reason?

Yann Rolland

Date: 5/15/2024 7:35:00 PM

precious poem, wars are hatred , we must fight, poetry can do that

Duke Beaufort

Date: 5/15/2024 6:35:00 AM

Arthur, you make a great point. Seems as though the same thing keeps happening to the innocent...not enough empathy and too much hatred. It would take a very long poem to list all the instances of what you describe so elegantly.

Daniel Henry Rodgers

Date: 5/15/2024 5:54:00 AM

Dear Arthur, What a powerful indictment of the cycles of violence and oppression that have robbed countless children of their innocence and dreams. The haunting imagery of stolen lives, from the Warsaw Ghetto to the present-day tragedy in Gaza, serves as a searing condemnation of humanity's capacity for both unspeakable cruelty and resilient hope. Your voice echoes the cries of the oppressed, urging us to embrace empathy and break the chains of hatred that bind us. It is a profoundly moving work that demands reflection and action. - Blessings, Daniel

Buhagiar Victor

Date: 5/15/2024 1:11:00 AM

Yes, all innocent children go to Heaven. Hell is full of nasty grown-ups, though I pray for their conversion.