Open Poetry #35 |
Night Flight |
Susan Member Ascendant
since 2004-03-27
Posts 5104walking the surreal |
the blood of innocence seeps into the sand staining soil dark by devil man’s hand babes in tatters make bare foot lines while mammas and papas, for their suckling pine hollow eyes carry empty, the wounds too deep where then are the angels? their souls to keep? thin frail frames carry this hellacious weight of God men gone crazy with fanatical hate can you hear them? the wind carries the anguished cry of the lost children’s nightly flight beneath the Ugandan sky s.a.t. If I wander far enough, long enough, will I finally know . . . |
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BluesSerenade Member Patricius
since 2001-10-23
Posts 10549By the Seaside |
A powerful message here Susan. Wonderfully said and done! |
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Juju Member Elite
since 2003-12-29
Posts 3429In your dreams |
I liked this suan |
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Magnus
since 2001-10-10
Posts 14135South Carolina, USA |
Susan, spoken so graphically and so well. Their plight is far greater than any we know ourselves...we are blessed. |
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Marshalzu
since 2001-02-15
Posts 2681Lurking |
Great writing Andrew |
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passing shadows Member Empyrean
since 1999-08-26
Posts 45577displaced |
I must agree with Magnus |
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MGROVES
since 2004-02-01
Posts 3802california |
well said m'friend with words of power and strenghth surrounded by compassion My spirit will rise |
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Susan Member Ascendant
since 2004-03-27
Posts 5104walking the surreal |
Thank you so for your kindness - was reading about the children in Uganda - it is a shameful crime - and yes, here in this country, with all our faults, it is a virtual heaven compared to many another country - Hugs - luv you all - Susan If I wander far enough, long enough, will I finally know . . . |
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NightFall Member
since 2004-01-28
Posts 88The land known as England |
I loved this, and so true. C.J The greatest thing you will ever learn, is just to love, and be loved in return |
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Copperbell Senior Member
since 2003-11-08
Posts 956 |
I liked this - I've heard many stories about the Ugandan people - so much pain there - but good stories too |
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ice Member Elite
since 2003-05-17
Posts 3404Pennsylvania |
"the blood of innocence seeps into the sand staining soil dark by devil man’s hand" The "devil mans hand" is at work in many places in Africa and other countries But of what use is Uganda? Not much riches are found there Nothing there to steal (I am being sarcastic) Neither is there in the Sudan or Congo, where other "hollow eyes carry empty, the wounds too deep" A most excellent question.... "where then are the angels? their souls to keep?" An excellent ending.... "....the wind carries the anguished cry of the lost children’s nightly flight beneath the Ugandan sky" The poem is a purge of anguish you feel in your heart, This can be felt by the reader. Well expressed, Susan.... __________ice/ford ><> |
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Susan Member Ascendant
since 2004-03-27
Posts 5104walking the surreal |
Ford - these children are truly babes - most under the age of 13, forced from their homes, from their beds, to be enslaved as rebel soldiers - little girls raped - sometimes they are forced to kill their own parents in the most horrific manner - and so come night they leave their beds and wander - a pilgramige for safety - until they find a safe haven in which they might find refuge for a night - no child should suffer so - and these men who commit such horror - they claim to be christian - it makes me sick - and I wish there was more to be done - why does not the world unite to give some aid? Yes, it pains me - thank you for your considerations - Nightfall - thank you most kindly for your eyes Copperbell - yes, some good stories to be found, but too much tragedy spreads across Africa - I do not understand nor can I comprehend what allows one human being to do such to another - thank you for your reply Hugs - Susan If I wander far enough, long enough, will I finally know . . . |
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vandana
since 1999-10-22
Posts 10463USA |
good one |
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Susan Member Ascendant
since 2004-03-27
Posts 5104walking the surreal |
Thank you Van - for stopping by and for your eyes - Susan If I wander far enough, long enough, will I finally know . . . |
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