Ann-Marie Spittle

RACHEL WEEPING FOR HER CHILDREN
(Jeremiah 31.15)

IWVPA Double Tap Award for War Poetry - Awarded: August 31, 2006
Awarded: August 31, 2006
Small hands grasp mine
Pudgey fingers soft
Like cotton balls in silk
For a moment I have returned
To a past I wished had never ended
Now a folded flag lies in my hands
Guns fired
Empty words floated towards me
Lifelessness overpowers me
Too soon you’re gone
Too late the cry to stop
Brave were you
Loved too well
Your country and your fellow man
If you had been a worse man
A liar and a cheat
You’d still be here
Not housed in the earth
That you fought so hard for
Dust to dust
Ashes to ashes
Children in heaven
Parents in Hell
All for the price of freedom
Voices of mothers in torment
Echoing the whine of the rifles retort
As their children fall
To appease the God of blood and carnage