Year
For all the toll of the war dead,
for those who starved for bread,
for persecuted martyrs dying
in the Lord,
for young and old victims
of domestic discord,
I live in grief and sleep
in gnashes,
the children's lives
are gone in ashes.
,
,
In literary terms, in terms of compassion this poem quite simply has no equal whatsoever.
Thank you for including my recent works in your schedule.
I always learn so much from your feedback.
Warm wishes
M