Mother Weeps~

mother

still weeps

remembering dolls

raining from airplanes

triggered by hugs

a flare of star

Illuska’s white bow

stained red

at her feet

blue eyes made of glass

winking

as another little girl died

in the revolution

 

war has many secrets

my mother says

some will never make it to print

but I remember

I remember the dolls

raining from airplanes

mother weeps . . . .

 

I hold her hand . . . .

 

 

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Author's Note

~during the 1956 Revolution/Uprising in Hungary~ the Magyar were made many promises by western allies for support that did not come through~ in the interim~opposing nation developed an insidious method for projected genocide through loading dolls with explosives and dropping them over small villages and towns attached to parachutes to entice the wonder of young girls~ explosion was triggered through pressure~ little girls will automatically embrace dolls tightly~it's a maternal thing~ and the explosives would be set off~ mother watched her friend deccimated~ she kept that bow for a long time~ she kept the memory even longer~
war is not one dimensional~ she now tells these tales to my daughters as well~ where do we learn our ethics?~ inside the tales of those who still remember~

what a world~

Reviews

[SpokenWord]

This is a story I had never heard before and I would never imagine of war general thinking of a plot to stick bombs in dolls then drop them in towns for children to explode. What kind of mind thinks in terms of life and death like this. I have heard of some horrible methods to kill someone but this one has to take the cake. I can't imagine someone thinking of this and to actually do it. This was never shared in my American History class shame on my teachers!

I don't know what else to say about this horror, except of course your writing is grand and your efforts to share these teachings with us that was once shared with you is greatly appreciated.

[Myenigma]

thats just sad...

[ice]

It grieved Wordsworths heart to think "what man has made of man"
But to think what man has made of child, a childs innocense and sense of love..It is sad, sad to whatever power numbers soar to.
An old, old thought came to mind when I read this.
In 1955 , I was 11 years old, in grade school..A hungarian refuge came to my class...with scars on his body...this poem reminds me of that boy.
Thank you for stirring my emotions..

My spirit bows etc...
ice

[Linda Marie Van Tassell]

We live in a beautiful world with a lot of sad, sad people.

[Hollow Man]

what a world indeed. and what a stunning retelling of a grim story you have accomplished..

KGS

[Method To The Madness]

Oh wow.
That is one of the most disturbing pieces of history I've heard in a while and I love how you've represented it.

Dolls raining from airplanes.

Tha's an image that's going to stay with me.

[India Brooks]

This is stunning...

[Emily B]

our history must be remembered . . . not sanitized

[Intern'l Shultzfeather]

difficult, provocative, best to mom.

[Poeticpiers]

War is a dirty business but few stoop so low as to target children I remember the Nazis dropping butterfly bombs in world war two.

[Lachenille Papillion]

This just made me cry... You capture the memories from generations with such beauty, even when the tragedy pours like rain...