SPRKS IN CSF: Morning

SPRKS IN CSF: Morning: Wisps of sunlight streak  across the sky, Glow of the morn is hope to mourned depths of a night, Evanescing shreds of the dark, lost to the ...

Morning

Wisps of sunlight streak  across the sky,

Glow of the morn is hope to mourned depths of a night,

Evanescing shreds of the dark, lost to the day,

The glow , an uplift  for the weary neurons, to the body,

Smiles the leaves, glowing , still wet from yesterdays rain-shower,

All nature aglow with life , a mornings gift...

(poem by Pc-3 , 10/13/2024)

SPRKS IN CSF: Despair

SPRKS IN CSF: Despair: ' Known as hibakusha, the survivors of the 1945  bombings of Hiroshima and Nagasaki  have been recognised by the Norwegian Nobel Committ...

Despair

'Known as hibakusha, the survivors of the 1945 bombings of Hiroshima and Nagasaki have been recognised by the Norwegian Nobel Committee for efforts to rid the world of nuclear weapons.'

War by any name still is war,

All just suffering and misery, just despair...

There lies no path to peace ,where disconnected weapons reign,

Where rulers just parrot their few words, devoid of life,

Devoid of feeling the drones and missiles become just a game,

All on a bland screen, but the weapons do move , for the seller : all just profits,

Political games where people are again just numbers..

Be it here or there ;words do not take away  the nightmares,

Do not remove the 'poothans', be it from a past life ,

Of flames creeping across the walls ,yes for this toddler,

Where you feel the sponginess in  the water, in your dreams ,

You fear the water, for the doughy bodies piled , 

Of those who never had a chance , at life or at  anything but death!

They were just numbers, just collateral damage ...

If only there is hope for peace, not the despair of todays and tomorrows...

  

(poem by Pc-3, 10/11/2024)

Despair in time of war

War by any name still is war,

All just suffering and misery, just despair...

There lies no path to peace ,where disconnected weapons reign,

Where rulers just parrot their few words, devoid of life,

Devoid of feeling the drones and missiles become just a game,

All on a bland screen, but the weapons do move , for the seller : all just profits,

Political games where people are again just numbers..

Be it here or there ;words do not take away  the nightmares,

Do not remove the 'poothans', be it from a past life ,

Of flames creeping across the walls ,yes for this toddler,

Where you feel the sponginess in  the water, in your dreams ,

You fear the water, for the doughy bodies piled , 

Of those who never had a chance , at life or at  anything but death!

They were just numbers, just collateral damage ...

If only there is hope for peace, not the despair of todays and tomorrows...

  

(poem by Pc-3, 10/11/2024)