I cry for children
stolen from their innocence by abuses of power or ignorance
I cry for their rage
that burns inside all their future days
when the flowers have all be stamped on by war-ing men
& our kindergartens levelled in steel & concrete
& do not know the naked rainbow
broken in fear to be remade in hate
who cannot remember their earliest dreams
who cannot sing their toothy hymns
violated & born in pain
where is love, pity, mercy, peace?
Published & Copyright Malachi Doyle 2024.
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