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Me and My Rag Doll

Contributed by Franco on Thursday, 23rd November 2017 @ 09:11:48 AM in AEST
Topic: war



Sat in anticipation, holding on tight to
my darling rag doll, wondering, if
there gonna be any warm meal today;
for mama whispered to me,
Baby; its a ceasefire day.

But came the siren louder than
the aerial-bombing; squealing scared
human silhouettes scuttled hither and thither
as burning toxic blaze consumed homes,
what is spared from the earlier boom-gloom.

Lost and lonely me and my rag doll stood famished;
watched mama and dada smoked;
as supreme nations played their
petty piggish war game,
as demon lord ruled my homeland,
now buried beneath mortal ashes;
as one vast pitiable wasteland.

Like an overplayed rag doll, stood unwanted; bleakly
gazing at my hollow hopes, naked without love,
waiting, for the doors of mercy or heaven to open.
Franco Joseph




Copyright © Franco ... [ 2017-11-23 09:11:48]
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Re: Me and My Rag Doll (User Rating: 1 )
by Former_Member on Friday, 24th November 2017 @ 10:04:26 PM AEST
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no we do not think of dolls small children love nor of the small children themselves very much when all is said and done / no it is never said enough concretely the truth is not. Yet we are masterful producing electronic gadgets with which to allow communication.
No, things are not right. Kids should be allowed to carry their rag doll, or their blanket, or whatever piece of cloth
it is knowing no fear. All parents, even non-parents who were kids but may never to be parents themselves should know this.

Peace!


Re: Me and My Rag Doll (User Rating: 1 )
by unknown_utopia on Friday, 24th November 2017 @ 11:17:11 PM AEST
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You are so right on with this flow.The children are left emotionally and physically affected by the games governments play......It is so sad....




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