Forgiveness Is Not There
When cries of the young,
Can not be soothed or stopped.
And bombs continue to drop...
Outside of their innocent visions.
No cheek is turned,
As flesh of loved ones burn.
Nor fear can be explained away.
These images stay!
And a hatred grows.
Increasing a revenge held within them.
These scenes never diminish.
What begins does not finish.
They grow more intense!
And a wish for peace...
Will find an advancement of weapons,
To isolate and save humanity from countless graves...
A game played to the end.
With no one declared the winner.
Since a forgiveness is not there...
To be spared!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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