War's Inheritance

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There is only so much

the brain and emotions

can absorb or feel

before the mind

and feeling anything

shuts down.

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Recollect the running

screaming child in the

Viet Nam photo

when her world was

burning. Life

was the nightmare.

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It may take years

to become whole again

after seeing mass

graves, being the reason

for them. Some wounds

heal in time, some

never will.

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allets

08-02-13

318p

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Author's Notes/Comments: 

The photo still haunts. You can see the pain of a child burned by napalm and war ~slc

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a.griffiths57's picture

Wars Inheritence

Yes the senses reel and go into overdrive at the amount of violence and atrocities war portrays. Really good poem good read, I agree with you when the senses are closed down to so much violence it's an automatic response I think to enable the senses to recover. Sad topic but I enjoyed reading allets.


 

 

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We Build Huge Military Capability

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It is like having a pantry full of cookies, you eat them because they are there. Now we shoot missiles for long range bombing. Is it about jobs? Wealth? Russia postures but can not afford a war. What do impoverished states with nukes do? Take the world hostage? The next world war may be the last hot time. ~A~

 


 

 

Affirmation's picture

A more darker, introverted to

A more darker, introverted to your usual wit and cheek, but I enjoyed this muchly

allets's picture

Cheek

...s a good epitaph, dark is too...but the vets are all mine if it will keep them alive long enough to heal. Sincerely, allets.


 

 

nightlight1220's picture

a reason to make

a reason to make unconditional love a life goal for the world. my sighs could be endless..for this i will beg on my knees for strength.

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...and he asked her, "do you write poetry? Because I feel as if I am the ink that flows from your quill."

"No", she replied, "but I have experienced it. "

 

allets's picture

War

We can not seem to have peace very long. Belatedly,  your poem pal , Stella