THE ENDLESS CRY

society, miseries, the never ending cry

THE ENDLESS CRY

Horrified screaming, twisting, rolling

Of children, thirsty, hungry inside the tent.

Effort, in vain, of mothers to console

Out, under the hot sun, among the mob, squeeze

To grab a handful to eat.

      Innocent orphans expect their dads

      Not knowing, they may have been smashed.

      From the eyes, the warm drops

      Of the widows, deep sigh, within,

      While the glad moments memorized.

Thrown out to street

Not a centre to treat,

With fatal injuries, least care, forsaken

The stretching, vast, deserted land before

The visible sky, above, the only roof.

      Insanity, pestilence and diseases

      Their legacy for the posterity.

      Miseries, sorrows endless, over the years.

      Have them turned refugees

      Once, well established families.

Hard work realized the dream homes,

Centuries old cultural heritages,

Museums, bridges, roads, tele-media 

A moment's target, trembled,

Razed all to the ground.

      Oh ! the world,  disclose yourself

    

      Who is the winner ? what is the winning ?

      Bodies over dead bodies, not a kin to bury

      Nothing, but the foul smell from the non buried heaps.

      Is it the win ? Is it the gain ? Is it the fame ? 

Author's Note

this is about war and how it affects the society

Reviews

[Eve Ola]

nice terrific ending "Is it the win ? Is it the gain ? Is it the fame ? " well written well expressed !!

[SAYED THANGAL]

hearty gratitude dear

[Mirra]

This made me sad for the fact that it is truly happening. This poem really is amazing!

[SAYED THANGAL]

really true, thanks for the lovely words

[Mirra]

Welcome :-)

[Saddam]

A very mournful poetry. Terrific.... A very live picture you have made.

Horrified screaming, twisting, rolling
Of children, thirsty, hungry inside the tent.

[SAYED THANGAL]

thanks for the feed back

[Tam Warink]

" Is it the win ? Is it the gain ? Is it the fame ? " ... Perhaps. Often, it's about resources, power, fear or religion (or all of those.) Waste. Such waste.

The 'what' Needs a capital letter in: " Who is the winner ? what is the winning ?" ... to be a correct sentence.

[Vidya Bacchus]

There is never a sensible reason for war in my mind.You have written well :)

[SAYED THANGAL]

thanks a lot

[Vidya Bacchus]

You are welcome:)

[Daniel Sala]

"Horrified screaming, twisting, rolling Of children, thirsty, hungry inside the tent. Effort, in vain, of mothers to console Out, under the hot sun, among the mob, squeeze To grab a handful to eat."
- There are many other lines in your poem worthy of quoting for the clarity of description and truthfulness, you convey what are "just" images of "people somewhere" on TV and in the press with humanity and tact, a (horribly) beautiful poem. Powerful words.

[SAYED THANGAL]

Thank you once more dear Daniel, I managed to bring about the horrible image of war through this poem,
all the best, sayed

[Raymond Federle]

Strikingly graphic. I feel that you've captured a still frame of horror and brought it to life. Wonderfully written. Good work Sir.

[SAYED THANGAL]

Hello Raymond, thank you for your review, all the positive words will be a movement against war,
read moreHello Raymond, thank you for your review, all the positive words will be a movement against war,
with regards, sayed