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Once

It was once a safe and happy place
where babies would take their first breath
Now it lies in rubble and ruin 
a scene of destruction and death 

Once a place for great celebrations  
where families flourished and formed
Now it lies as an empty shell
a scene where the rage of war has stormed

Once the cries of a new born child
were the only woeful sounds to hear 
Now it rings with the sound of sirens
and echoes with grief, dread and fear 

Once a bustling hospital 
where compassion and care could be found 
Now it’s a legacy of war
a sad relic on battle torn ground 

To attack the most vulnerable 
can never be considered fair 
I pray peace will come soon,
to end this needless devastating despair

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◄ Two Weeks Ago

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Stephen Gospage

Sat 12th Mar 2022 16:42

The title is aptly chosen, Julie, and fits the poem perfectly.

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