I saw a child on the nightly news
Playing with a toy inside a room being used
As a shelter from The Bomb’s long burning fuse
The mother was there being interviewed
‘Cause war had broken out all over the place
And when the microphone tilted toward her face
She spoke about the future of the human race
In broken English, using common grace
She said, our biggest problem is forgetfulness
So I hope my child remembers this
Then she looked into the camera and blew us a kiss
Love, she said, is how we must resist
LOVE, she said, is how we must resist
How many times can this happen? Two poems about the same thing posted at the same time. Spooky. Great poem, Aaron! One of your best. Duke
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Spooky action at a distance, as Einstein called it.
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Nothing more gut wrenching than to see children on the TV so full of hope. Nicely put, Aaron.
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Thanks, Jan. Yes, this was inspired by an Al Jazeera news clip.
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Thanks!
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A very hard hitting poem. Thank you for sharing.
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Thank you, Roberta!
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