THROUGH THE EYES OF ANOTHER
I sit - - -
My book lies open before me
but I am not reading,
enclosed by cushions, I am just lounging
and casually watching a program. -
The News - - -
Shells bursting - panic - Oh! see how they run - - -
seeking shelter - seeking safety - seeking in vain -
shelling again - -
The cry is "Man Down" - cameras zoom in
then swiftly away,
the scene not suitable for us to see -
not family viewing - not on family T.V.
I feel safe - - -
it's O.K.
These people aren't Us - - they are They.
These women with infants ripped from their breasts,
these men without limbs,
blooded children dying alone in the dust
are still They.
I think ---
I am catering for eight,
so I need more wine
and fresh cream for the cake.
Will that be enough? - - - should I get more?
the T.V. is turned off
it's becoming a bore.
Flyntland
Mon 19th Sep 2022 11:41
My thanks to Frederick - Holden and Massoud for taking the time to read and like.
Stephen I agree it is not a pretty poem and thank you for your comment, you are a great confidence giver when I have chilling doubts.