BurnsA Poem by Baby RicochetMy answer to the poem "Playing With Children" by ... I know he's probably an alienated teenager trying to be a bad a*s but some things I can't let slip by without comment.Someone wrote a poem about burning children alive Let's take a trip down Ricochet's memory archive A few lasting impressions that may shed some light On civilian ignorance and the horror of human plight
Burned and broken bodies screaming in the night Digging through the rubble of another air strike Little flaming victims snatch their life away Living breathing dying in violence and decay
Momma's so frantic she can't find you anywhere In the shattered ruins of splinters and despair Daddy's desperately digging in smoldering wreckage Praying to Allah for an Angel with a survivor message
A pink sweater is seen peaking out of the rubble It was her favorite color it made her smile bubble Clear away the twisted rebar, mortar, and broken stone Pull her barely breathing from her instant tombstone
She was so badly burned there's nothing they can do She died within the hour her young life was through Mommy and daddy's screaming pain fill up the sky Consumed by grief and agony all they can do is cry
Just another horrific scene from the land of the gun So post burning baby poems yeah that might be fun But those of us that defended the land of milk and honey Know that kind of ignorant s**t aint so f*****g funny
© 2012 Baby RicochetAuthor's Note
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Added on October 23, 2012Last Updated on October 23, 2012 AuthorBaby RicochetTampa, FLAboutI write just for the hell of it A way to spend some time Blurting out in cyber space Whatever's on my mind Maybe funny maybe tragic Emotional and raw Politi.. more..Writing
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