Fran Delaney-Barron Poet Pantoum

Red, White, Blue Yellow

The kids are just fine
On this Wednesday eve
Our lives intertwine
Until one takes leave

On this Wednesday eve
We huddle in the waste
Until one takes leave
From this bombed-out place

They’re readied for school
Packed up for the day
Ballet class in tule
Then we hurry away

Packed up for the day
The evacuations begin
Then we hurry away
From the siren’s din

Distraught by expectations
Life’s daily demands
Guiding child’s aspirations
Mold their lives in our hands

Life’s daily demands
From missiles, we flee
Mold lives in our hands 
As we dodge the debris

We discuss the whole day
Watch the news, sip our wine
In lands far away
We witness war’s crimes

Huddled in lost places
We assess the whole day
Do they hear us, or see us, or know us 
In lands far away?

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Duke Beaufort June 23, 2024 at 5:34 PM Fran, you have a lot of subtlety in the way you ask this question. Some people hear it as we know. I was actually surprised to see demonstrations this year. I thought that was an encouraging sign. Just wish that more people would be engaged politically to effect change.

David Wakeling December 12, 2022 at 12:34 PM This is well written.I like the rhyme.Well done