The Children

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

 

 

 

10 thoughts on “The Children

  1. 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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