Grief

Language of the war zones
Words that they were to be
protected from – are now their own
How can tender roots of kindness
make their way into the heart
when dreams are loaded
and floored with metal ?
Their minds are clouded
with the smoke and dust – that we raised.
Children – they no longer think of
wooden horses and paper boats…
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