The battlefield...A Poem by Coyote PoetryJune poetry number twenty-five...The battlefield.. Do the children of war, dream? In Ukraine, Russia killing off cities. Where do the families run to? I saw the people of war, their eyes, like old soldiers. They ran from death and they know death is near. Soldiers dance with death, it was their decision. But what do we tell the children? Their home is destroyed and hateful men want to kill them. The battlefield, the blood and escaping to the unknown. This shouldn't be the life of a child. Where are the teachers of peace? The man of war screams heard above the hope of peace. What do tell a child, when everything is lost. Maybe men are too greedy? maybe men are too hateful? They cannot see the children bleed, they cannot see the children die? Coyote
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13 Reviews Added on June 28, 2022 Last Updated on June 28, 2022 AuthorCoyote PoetryMIAboutA Poet and writer who love to read and write. My pleasure is reading about the bad and good in a life. Also to honor the Poets/Writers of the past by reading their words. Remember .. more..Writing
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