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The tears of the world
I felt the tears of the world on my shoulders
And the voice of a girl in my ears, a sweet
Voice that rang across time from a place I
Could not reach.
The sound of aerial bombardment, the
The blast of nearby explosions, the pitiful
Cries of those trapped in the debris of war.
No light, no heat, no water, again, I heard
The voice of a girl pleading for help, a girl
Soon to be a mother, soon to be delivered
Of a child, a young woman lost in the acrid
Smoke of a weak man’s doing, amongst
Which, a crude Z on a distorted section of
Death and destruction.
Her breath warm on my cheek, so close I
Might feel her heart, the note in her voice so
Familiar it caused my lonely soul to weep.
A fanciful apparition carried on the echoes
That filled the room. The TV had fallen silent
Now, yet I could still hear her voice pleading
For heat, food and above all, urgent medical
Assistance.
I felt the tears of the world on my shoulders
And the voice of a girl in my ears, a sweet
Voice that rang across time until finally, her
Voice fell silent and was gone forever, the
Sudden click, evidence of another missile
Finding its target.
© Joseph G Dawson