Emaciated children
do you hear their cries?
Bodies bruised and battered
devoured from inside.
Where filthy broth should lie,
only horror seeps through pride.
Separated by lack of cloth
safe from winters' frost
observing but not seeing -
their dying shrieks unvoiced.
Broken, soundless, motionless, bounded,
smells subdued by death and dust.
Loathing and disgust,
a nuisance to the likes of us.
Save the children, fuck your lust,
death will also come to us.
Discounted by our tenderness,
for them,
who's toes are curling,
painfully hurling,
the agonizing journey,
brown eyes begging...
to die so undeserving.
A contest entry
- This is a contest. by bluebird..
750 points, ended October 25, 33 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
Comments
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Very different to anything I've read so far.
Thankyou for entering
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oh, wow.
this is really powerful. the rythym and the little half-rhymes and assonance add so much to it. between that and the contrast between this take on the prompt and all the love-related entries, you have something very striking.
also, the spacing of the last stanza is beautifully done. -
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Thank you! Actually have a strikingly sad picture to go with it, but cannot upload it. Nevertheless, I hope the words paint the image.
Thank you very much for your comment.
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