Best Warchild Poems
What do we tell the precious children, Lord,
those sweetly innocent and trusting ones?
They should not have to know of dreadful war,
our tiny daughters and our little sons.
Help us explain to them our falling bombs,
that sometimes they will go a bit astray.
A child is killed, and though he’s someone’s son,
he’s just another victim of a war.
We don’t intend that bombs should go astray.
We thank you that our child was not the one,
playing out there when we released our bomb.
Help them to understand it please, dear Lord.
They’ve seen the dreadful pictures of the war.
the fall-out from the bombs that go astray.
Give us the words to comfort them, dear Lord.
Protect them from well-founded fears and bombs.
You know how much we love are little ones,
our pretty daughters and our handsome sons.
Childhood should not be filled with thoughts of war.
There should be only games for such loved ones.
Children can’t flourish in the dread of bombs,
of world in flames when they are dropped astray.
How can we shield them from these pictures, Lord,
that are too ugly for the little ones?
Please help us educate the children, Lord.
Show us the errors that have caused a war.
Since we are all your daughters and your sons
we ask protection over every one.
Make duds, we pray, of all the falling bombs,
and make each lethal bullet go astray.
Teach us why peace and freedom went astray,
and lead us all to no more guns and bombs.
Send angels down to hold innocent ones.
Please heed our fervent plea of no more war.
In angel wings enfold daughters and sons.
We pray for theirs as well as ours, dear Lord.
Your sons will turn to You again, dear Lord
if little ones are not exposed to war
and falling bombs no longer go astray.
For Debbie's "Jack Out of the Box" contest Won a 7th with this
Lying in the rubble,
Watching only trouble,
Yelling and crying;
Is a young injured child,
Having no relation living.
He is afraid to see the planes
Coming, firing and bombing,
Making people lonely,
Giving trouble only.
Making children orphans.
As for them, it is a fun.
The young child is now alone.
In another street, is the same scene
Where some other child is alone.
Whose everything is gone.
All their innocence will be gone.
Is it right to kill the innocence and the innocent.
The child is wondering .
So, am I.
AND WHAT ABOUT YOU????
I can't promise you food, I can't make you happy. I wish I could stop your tears but I
can't do that either.
But your my starving orphan, My little child so I'll protect you if I can for just a
little while. the kisses won't stop, the hugs our everlasting. I'll search for a brighter
tomorrow so you can see it to.
I can't promise you the world or the violence will stop tomorrow but I promise you'll have
love always coming your way. I'll be by your side and keep your dreams alive cause your my
little orphan child and mama will stay by your side.
There's things you will see that a child shouldn't see. You'll have memories I can't take
away so we'll go through them together and create new ones one at a time. Then the
nightmares they won't haunt you and no one will hurt you just don't be afraid to do it
alone. Cause your my little orphan child and baby your loved.
Lying in the rubble,
Watching only trouble,
Yelling and crying;
Is a young injured child,
Having no relation living.
He is afraid to see the planes
Coming, firing and bombing,
Making people lonely,
Giving trouble only.
Making children orphans.
As for them, it is a fun.
The young child is now alone.
In another street, is the same scene
Where some other child is alone.
Whose everything is gone.
All their innocence will be gone.
Is it right to kill the innocence and the innocent.
The child is wondering .
So, am I.
AND WHAT ABOUT YOU????
Bullets riddle an already dead man.
His blood stains the,
Dirtied child next to him red.
The child,
Cries and pleads for help and to understand.
But
The witnesses shut their eyes,
Hoping that it will all go away like a curable disease.
The dead and he stare hoping when they go to heaven,
That god will look in their eyes like it’s a movie screen.
To see human kinds sins.
The child cries even more violently,
That his eyes start to shed blood.
For a man he never knew.
The people shut their eyes even tighter,
That theirs start to bleed too.
The man’s murderer,
Tells the child to stop.
But he can’t,
because he is in the presence of a devil.
So he shoots the child.
So the mind of the,
Cowardly witnesses stay weak.
In the presence of evil.
Dear Penfold
Through the eyes of a warchild and she was me ..the world was beautiful and I trusted and respected people who were big , bigger than me ..
I would look up and see people and to me they were important and I felt safe in a beautiful place , a home of love ..
Then the dark shadow comes as it so often does for so many on our street
A little girl witnessed horrific scenes photographed upon her psyche ...A memory of hope, the little girl began a mission , a promise in a world distorted by narcissism, whom use the very likes of' " yourselves" to turn upon kindness and innocence, destroying the very fabric of human kindness...I made a promise to my friends whom all died at your very hands ...I promised to bring humankind back to help, to stop the baddies carry out their plans, and save our friends .
Forever and Ever
Amen