Surreal and frantic feelings
stung my eyes, stormed my heart
from the chaos and the turmoil and the pain-
that was ripping, was exploding
into lives so far removed,
from the devils with their visions
into realms so filled with hate.
I looked down at my daughter,
two years old and filled with light;
glowing innocence and shining pure with peace.
To her - the world is wonder, it is laughter, it is love;
simple sunlight, magic rainbows and blue skies.
And suddenly a yearning
to take her hand and hold her tight,
made me wish to walk away and not look back.
For I would never miss the politics,
the stealth and the deceit,
and I’d pray for no more fear of an attack.
A contest entry
- G...est pour la Guerre! by DogFish.
1000 points, ended November 14, 2008, 6 entries
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"I looked down at my daughter,
two years old and filled with light;"
I like the stunning second stanza...
It explanes well why the world still hasn't buckled into tte folly of perpetual chaos: light is still stronger than darkness.
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