Literature
NaNo #16 and #17
Day 16 and 17 of National Poetry Writing Month. Prompts: The Last___, small hours of the morning, exotic, forgotten technology, 'excessive praise'..
In the early hours of the morning
I can almost believe there is peace in the world
When the sun is up and the only sounds
Are the birds and the breeze sighing
Through the spring trees
Before anyone is awake
To cry out in terror and despair
To crawl, bloody, from their bombed-out home,
To stand on a corner with their cardboard sign,
To hold their stillborn baby, while
3 other mouths cry for food,
To watch, helpless, as earth and forests burn
Wishing for a better way.
Lying in cool, clean sheets
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