There's someone listening to the radio,
Holding hands of children, trying to smile,
The news is on, an announcement,
The words tragic, clear and vile.
The push chair sits forgotten,
There will be no walk today,
Its left lonely by the door,
For a while where it will stay.
In a few houses down,
A photographer sits crying,
His camera left untouched,
No pictures, no point trying.
An icecream van is desolate,
No one feels like treats right now,
Its true they saw this coming,
But no one understands how.
A bride and groom, so happy this morning,
Abandon the party planned out,
Wanting to spend what time they have,
Together before the shout.
Flowers dance prettily in the wind,
What's left of the leaves sway,
Oblivious to the horror incoming,
Dogs ask their owners to play.
Scattered papers, no doubt dropped
By stunned readers, float on the wind,
It all just seems so stupid,
A nation at war, for one mans sins.
The very thing they hoped was false,
What they thought would pass them by,
Now seeps into homes on crackled waves,
Making men and women cry.
Inside each heart and mind,
Is confusion of what comes next,
But with that is blissful ignorance,
They dont know the true horror yet.
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Transforming Poetry
PoetryA book of various poems of different types, just wanting to challenge myself really!
