Explosion Affected Reflection

Blasted into a waste­land,
behind an old torn photo
Father silently weeps
for what were once his peo­ple
their voices and love for­saken
while Mother has grown old
torn in rec­ol­lec­tion with grief
her children’s young kisses
still inno­cent upon her cheek;
mem­o­riz­ing, unborn babies
hear explod­ing bombs
as yet she stares, despon­dent,
out the bro­ken win­dow,
in remem­brance for peace.

 

–1st prize, United Nations Office for Dis­ar­ma­ment Affairs -
2011 inter­na­tional Poetry for Peace contest
LINK: “Poetry for Peace” Cer­e­mony, 25 Octo­ber 2011

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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