The BodiesA Poem by Sarah W. French...
A child finds a body
bloodied and broken. The police find some dusty remains. A babe plays on his shot mother. Day in, day out the bodies are found. And no one weeps no on mourns. The children are hidden as bodies are buried. We turn on the tv, the news. We blink in creepy calm as fire, water, and death consume. But we shun our children from such sites. We watch death as a game, letting kids wander. But they too will grow, and realize what those bodies mean. © 2012 Sarah W. French |
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1 Review Added on December 27, 2012 Last Updated on December 28, 2012 AuthorSarah W. FrenchPAAboutI won't be publishing all my poems on here but I am putting them on my tumblr. Please check them out. I'm a 16 year old girl who mostly writes poems. I have been verbally bullied and use poetry t.. more..Writing
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