Fear Haunts The Eyes. Poem by Graham Jones
Fear Haunts The Eyes.
Fear haunts the eyes, of the terrified young
Slaughter replacing, days once filled with fun
Streets full of laughter, now places of dread
Market squares littered, with the dying and dead
Tiny hands clenching, coats tattered and torn
Relying on mothers, to keep them from harm
Cordite and dust, still thick in the air
Stinging their eyes, now filled with despair
Truely an age of innocence passed
Drawing on breath, which may be their last
Brought into a world, full of violence and hate
What kind of impression, do we hope to create
The youth of today has ourfuture on hold
Bitter and twisted, we created the mould
No love or affection, just the will to deprive
How can we as a race, ever hope to survive.
Words straight to the heart of the matter. I worry very much for my grandchildren. I have a poem called 'Childhood in the 21st Century', you might be interested to have a look at it. You have a lovely way with words, and paint a 'real' picture for us to see. Love Ernestine XXX
I think this speaks of the state of things all around the world Graham. I feel so bad for our children today........what a world to grow up in. Wonderful poem! Sincerely, Mary
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I would like to translate this poem
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Graham = Makes you wonder if it is wise to even bring children into this world. But life goes on, and by the grace of God, one day peace will prevail...........Linda