“War is hell. You can’t photograph a flying bullet, but you can capture genuine fear.”
– unknown
The bomb has dropped
control slips from our grasp
We pray for a parachute
for someone to pull the cord
numbers escalate,
lives plummet
We offer encouragement
isolated voices faltering
moment of impact imminent
the implosion inevitable
impact reverberates
responsibility moot.
( Image my own.)
The world is a dangerous place now. I remember in the ’50s we practiced dropping and rolling under the tables in school. Now that would be useless. By the way, I did not vote for Trump and was surprised he won. Of course I was surprised he won before also. This is not the America I grew up in.
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I remember the under the desk drills too. Now we do shooter drills. What a world. I am in Canada, and cannot fathom how a man like that could be in a position of power.
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😢
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Your poem totally describes the current state of the world. We are so helpless.
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Unbelievable. Thanks
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The pause before the last word is perfect. War has changed in nature – it is like an arcade game in which the perpetrators don’t have to see the reality of what they are doing
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Absolutely. The US minister of war even said as much.
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When you’re dead it doesn’t matter who’s to blame…(K)
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Yes.
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A sad state of affairs.. Well penned, VJ❣️
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Thanks Cindy
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😉
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We’re all watching the situation with bated breath.
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Yes indeed
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No one takes the responsibility.
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It’s so maddening
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Very much so.
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This is exactly where the world it right now.
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Sadly so.
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Hard to click “Like”, but…
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Right?!
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