Barbed wire babies
Locked in war torn Hell


Barbed Wire Babies


Barbed wire babies
Locked in war torn Hell
Victims of atrocities
In the cities as they fell
War torn Innocents
Of the guiltiest design
Never once having
Considered their crimes
Against the readers
Of story books rhymes
Huddled in tiny masses
Quivering in hidden crevasses
Hiding from bullet and bomb
Help us dry their tears




Poetry by W. Burkholder
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Written on 2007-03-01 at 14:58

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