Puddle
ripple in fear
planes roar loudly above
carrying their elite cargo
young well trained soldiers going to battle
do you see the coward in me?
could I pull the trigger?
am I that man?
puddle?
Killing
I used to play
war games with my brother
bombing puddles splashing water
we feigned death and were reborn as heroes
now it’s real and so is the fear
guns fire and children die
I hate all this
killing
Mother
I could never
find the words you needed
but know you are here in my heart
sitting here staring into my puddle
this reflective man is shaking
I wish I saw the boy
pray for me please
mother


I think this is one of those poems that will be timeless, and as appropriate for our world today as it will be 50 years from now. Sadly, war has always been a part of human existence and I don't see that changing.
Sometimes it's hard to get a lot of emotion into poetry forms that are so restricting, but you've done a fantastic job. Thank you so much for sharing...
























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