Tears masked by falling rain
flow unabated down faces
subjected to war and pain
Broken spirits pick up pieces
of broken souls in falling rain
Warring nations battle for power
not minding bodies left in lanes
Sighs of woe fill a chemical air
ignored by a hubris, gone insane
I stand and stare in a helpless state
as my tears mingle with theirs in falling rain
©Vivian Zems
(#Fold poem)
Real Toads- Fashion Me Your Words
Day 28
Smell The Coffee 
April 28, 2018 at 9:17 am
Sigh.. 😦 it’s like Plato said “Only the dead have seen the end of war.”
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April 28, 2018 at 8:09 pm
Thanks Sanaa….an apt saying.
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April 28, 2018 at 12:09 pm
How brutal war is, how senseless. Well done with form and portrait. 🙂
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April 28, 2018 at 8:10 pm
Thank you LC!
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April 28, 2018 at 1:33 pm
Snap! We have honed in on much the same theme. I like the way yours has woven the rain in until it’s indistinguishable from the tears.
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April 28, 2018 at 8:10 pm
Thank you ! 🙂
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April 28, 2018 at 1:47 pm
Brutal and sensless as it is we continue to plunder and fight. Crazy.
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April 28, 2018 at 8:14 pm
It never ends.
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April 28, 2018 at 2:52 pm
Hubris… love that you included that … as if ever a war can be won.
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April 28, 2018 at 8:13 pm
Thank you. Indeed…if ever….
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April 28, 2018 at 3:22 pm
This is very beautiful!
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April 28, 2018 at 5:45 pm
Thank you!
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April 28, 2018 at 4:34 pm
The image really caught my eye before I read your poem and it’s a good choice, Viv. I can feel the pain and fear in:
‘Broken spirits pick up pieces
of broken souls in falling rain’.
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April 28, 2018 at 5:44 pm
Thanks Kim! Image courtesy of pixabay. They must feel so desolate. It’s hard to relate…when we’re so far away.
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April 29, 2018 at 3:44 am
Oh my, this is so powerful!
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April 29, 2018 at 5:56 am
Thank you! 🙂
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