Friday, June 06, 2025

Unconscious (a #poem)

My heart weeps 
for the children lost 
in war and peace
in famine and prosperity,
in ignorance and knowing 
in fighting and in hoping.


Their choices have been stolen 
their voices left and frozen 

Crying without tears 
living with only fears

Waiting for the bombs to drop 
wishing for the pain to stop 

We should be their conscience 
not act like we're unconscious 

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