explain to me
you smilers
and knowers
of truth
you who have mastered
right and wrong
explain to me
the children
crying at night
beyond comfort
they would suck their thumbs
if they had any
separated from their parents
who blew up
before their eyes
mother’s last look
father’s last touch
in pieces
while the children
lived
wishing they had died
blind, limbless, hopeless
beyond repair
explain to me
you masters of war
decision makers
widow makers
how you sleep at night
content
fat
rich
bastards
those children
would claw your eyes out
rip your guts out
claim your soul
if you had one
Mike's Look at Life 
If you get any answers… let me know.
Very nicely written… Thanks!
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Thank you. Answers…..eat, drink, be merry. And be cautious and vigilant.
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I haven’t seen better portrayal of pain… Well done.
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Thank you for that comment. It means a lot to me.
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Powerful words… I felt my own childhood pain… a connection. I appreciate your writing so much. If it can be said, your expression is beautiful.
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🙂
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Help! I don’t know if I replied to this, but words like this are balm for my soul, and I can’t thank you enough for taking the time to not only read me, but get me, and than reply with such generosity.
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Understanding and compassion are strong connectives. Your words are moving. They evoke emotion. “The Children” speaks for those who cannot tell the masses their story. Riveting post.
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Thanks Lori. When I write stuff like that it comes from a place of anger and grief. In that order.
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It’s not just the masters of war… sometimes it’s the madmen of war. There are so many levels in that hell (speaking from experience) we know as war, that one can easily get lost… and forget there was anything else.
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