Sandstorms hitting the face, renewing
these hidden lines of despair, beckoning
tears to run stream-like down the face,
below the chin, to earth.
Eyes have seen too much to keep beholding
the trembling facts of this world;
have seen:
Children becoming orphans against
their wills.
Women being raped against
their rights.
Families being torn against
their nature.
Homes becoming ruins against
their bounds.
Cities falling in shame against
their pride.
Now, the scene keeps playing before his eyes,
shaking the will, scaring the heart.
Too much to forget, too much to endure,
too much had gone and yet too much is coming more.
Hell on earth is named: War;
fallen angels are the soldiers, tools
with frightened emotions.
Sandstorms hitting the face, renewing
these hidden lines of despair, beckoning
tears to run stream-like down the face,
below the chin, to earth.
What has gone wrong,
where's the faith in that old national song?
He sighs as the troops hit the sandy grounds,
marching to God knows what end...
His mind pleads:
'If only the rain fell as gracefully as the bodies of his mates'
(C)Noor 9/13/2009
Author notes
Contest prompt:
Picture above, titled: Iraqi Soldier, Crying
To all those who cried, died, suffered, lost, bleed and had their future destroyed. To every human on earth, every soldier, every child and ever crying eye. I dedicate this poem...
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- dear soldier, please don't cry... by JinSays.
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Eyes have seen too much to keep beholding
the trembling facts of this world;
have seen:
and it never ends, does it? his expression just kills me. this write is painful to say the least. thank you for taking the time to enter this contest, and I wish you all the best.
love,
jin -
good poem
war related strife graphically shown.thiswas unlike others.liked it. -
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This is very moving Noor, In the midst of conflict and despair, you have brought forth the torment and futility of it all, well done
David
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Too much to forget, too much to endure,
too much had gone and yet too much is coming more.
Oh hun, how much you made this one alive, I feel like crying on all these unjust things around the world. I wish and pray that your beloved country will face peace and tranquility soon
Thankee for the strong poem here and good luck to you
~Massy~
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