A Child Died

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A Child Died

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A Child Died A Child Died

Poem by: Graeme Montrose

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Genre: Poetry

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A poem about war and the deaths of the innocent the children!

Summary

A poem about war and the deaths of the innocent the children!

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Submitted: June 08, 2010

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Submitted: June 08, 2010

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A Child Died


I kneel before this child now

Her head I cradle close,

My tears do flow like rivers strong

My heart does ache and so.



Why death should claim a one like this

Why innocence should die,

A life unlived I held so close

A child died today.
 


No peaceful death no slipping off

A victim of man's wars,

Like thousands that do die toady

A child quiet lay.
 


A dream was quenched a spark removed

A puzzle piece was lost,

is this what man does bring I cry

Then why God let him live.

 

The tapestry of life I see

but only from one side,

God's mind I cannot understand

yet still I question why?
 


This child died of this I know

and not by God's own hand;

it was the cruel wars of man

that followed not His path.

 

A child's life what care is that

a woman young or old,

A dozen or a thousand fall

yet still the wars go on.

 

To kill, to rape, to steal and burn

to pillage as they go,

so soldiers in the game of war

do move like players pawns.
 


And still it goes on day by day,
 
We read it all the time,
 
Yet no one sheds a tear for them,
 
No one weeps with me.
 
 
 
How long I cry, how long oh God?
 
How long will these ones die?
 
How long shall man kill innocents?
 
Yet no one lifts a hand!
 
 
 
The whole world over, children die,
 
Killed in countless wars,
 
Collateral damage some do claim,
 
The end justifies the means.
 
 
 
A child died, its life snuffed out,
 
Plucked out from this cruel world
 
Time cannot give this life back now
 
The past we cannot change.
 
 
 
But yet the future waits unseen,
 
The future we can change,
 
If only we will take a stand
 
If only we unite.
 
 

Oh when, I cry - will man now learn

that such will bring but pain,

to reach these men - my life must live

to turn them from their ways!

 

Unless we take a stand and fight

these deaths will always be

The clock I hear it’s ticking loud,
 
Time - it never waits!
 
 


© Copyright 2016 Graeme Montrose. All rights reserved.

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