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Sunday, April 21, 2024

Babes in Blood by Sarnia de la Maré FRSA #warpoem #antiwar #poetry


 The Angry Men 

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

Wednesday, January 24, 2024

Mothers' Frowning 2024 Sarnia de la Maré FRSA

 


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




Wednesday, December 20, 2023

Mummy, they’re killing children again, a poem by Sarnia de la Maré FRSA #war #poetry #poem



  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