War. children of war

It is cold today and quiet, the sun will rise soon.

The day will begin; without notice of   

the freedom we feel, when we watch the geese.

The quietness we will feel, when we stand alone.  

The sky is still blue for us, but not for all in the world.

CMM. 2023

I plant flowers,

Lavender, under

A pink moon.

I see babies,

Crying lifeless,

Under faded moon.

The water sprinkles

Into the fertile

Soil of promise.

While red rivers

Run just below

The still cradles.

A paradox lives,

I see the lavender,

They bury innocence.

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