Bombings Poem by Malcolm Gould

The droning sound was so familiar
all the bombings not resolved.
There was nothing they could do
civilians targeted below.
Families lost with no mercy killed
deep hatred was instilled!

This was the only life they knew
childhoods never known!
Playing not with toys but with guns
not good for photo albums!
Living in ruins without basic needs
sectarian divide where it leads!

In many cultures it's passed down
can hardened attitudes change?
Is peace the outcome they really want
as the elders remain entrenched.
What chance for future generations to seek
unity with some strong others meek?

Will we ever see unilateral peace?

The Foureyed Poet.