by Mary Daniels | Mar 31, 2009 | Poetry
“They’re showing a war on the telly. Let’s all have a drink while we watch. Just look at the cold, hungry children. Make mine an ice-cold double Scotch. The soldiers are shooting the farmers. I’ll bring in some biscuits and cheese. They sleep in the snow now they’re...
by Mary Daniels | Mar 31, 2009 | Poetry
How impolite to start a war When we’re expecting Spring. She’ll come with flowers in her arms But what will conflict bring? Arms of a very different kind And shoots of smoke and metal, Spring will recoil, flowers shot with red Destroying every...
by Mary Daniels | Mar 31, 2009 | Poetry
Drown horrors of the wars in children’s eyes, Whose dark, deep pools drink every evil down And wash away the sighs. Their gaze, perplexed, unwilling to avert Draws in the maimed, bereft, abandoned, stunned And bathes away the hurt. They cannot close or rest in case...
