So proud and strong
Upon the Backs of
Of the Weakened throng
Let Mothers wash
Their babes in blood
As the men will roar
For the chosen good
Books, Poetry, lyrics, Illustrations, and Articles by author Sarnia de la Maré
So proud and strong
Upon the Backs of
Of the Weakened throng
Let Mothers wash
Their babes in blood
As the men will roar
For the chosen good
Mothers' Frowning
The boys are playing
war again
Their bodies
Slammed
on dirty ground
What have we become?
But dirty whores
for pain and loss.
Don’t make no fuss
Let them fight
They’re only boys
They love their toys
Planes and boats
Bayonets at throats
Armaments of hope
Guns are so much fun
What have we become?
Such exhilarating
Noises
Hooray Horrah
They do not hear
The Voices
'Neath deafening tones
of death and drones
The screams of girls,
are drowning
in war’s
Turmoil
and mothers’ frowning
© 2024 Sarnia de la Maré FRSA
Mummy, they’re killing children again
Mummy, they’re killing children again
I saw blood on TV this morning
over coffee
brown swishing fluids,
shit and limbs and blood
the new milk
for breakfast
Mummy, they’re killing children again
I saw men
Big
Strong
Powerful men
camouflaged in decency
a coverup so sinful
they closed their eyes
as the guns took fire
into the tiniest of beating hearts
Mummy, they’re killing children again
I saw homes
razed to unsafe grounds
where the rats now know
they are no longer
the vermin
of the earth’s war tapestries
hung so proud
on the walls of the victors
Mummy, they’re killing children again
I saw mothers wailing
their pain so deep it
ejected
their wombs,
laid bare their eggs
like a feast for the
soldiers
of hate
Mummy, they’re killing children again
when will they come
to take us
to rape us
deny us
a life once promised by
a God we can no longer find
a God who does not see us
a God who does not
hear our grief
Mummy, they’re killing children again
in front of my eyes
the bodies pile high
over breakfast
@2023 Sarnia de la Maré FRSA