Love and peace to all men
Your silent night, broken again
Tidings of comfort and joy
Burst wide open as bombs deploy
A Christmas, warm and bright
Lit by a white phosphorus light
Celebrating the birth of hope
Where none is found under microscope
The platitudes of seasonal cheer
Have lost all their meaning here
Peace unto you, my brother
“All I want for Christmas is my mother”
Shared with Poets and Storytellers United – holiday anxieties
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Yes, alas. So very well said, Shaun.
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It’s hard to be happy sometimes.
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“Your silent night, broken again…” that line broke my heart…the second Christmas of this war…such unspeakable horror. Where is that much needed hope? Thanks for writing this poem, Shaun.
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Thanks 🙏. I don’t think there is a war anymore – just a Final Solution. 😭
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Grim as that sounds, that’s exactly what it looks like and it is happening on our watch…the whole world is just watching. 😦
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Very sad and heartbreaking Paul. Why the world is watching silently?
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Yes, it’s too bad for the children who didn’t choose to be born to baby killers. Will humans ever evolve the ability to punish the guilty without subjecting the innocent to war? Not through the current United Nations, obviously, failing to do its proper work as it schemes to do something completely different…The only resolution anyone I know can see is the Kingdom of God.
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This is so heart breaking, how I wish peace would prevail, my prayers. A beautiful touching poem
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Thank you. 🙏
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