Entry - MAG Poetry Prize 2009

Dead Eyes

by Seamus Kelly

Children’s faces stare Blank and calm Children’s small hands Raise Kalashnikovs Children's thin fingers  Squeeze their triggers Flying hot metal Rips flesh Breaks bones
Gunfire drowns out the screaming Hatred drowns out the screaming Closed minds drown out the screaming Death drowns out the screaming
Smoke curls and drifts Dust and ash settle Dead eyes stare The dead eyes ask Why?
Children’s small hands Lower Kalashnikovs Rub sweat from their eyes Eyes that can’t cry Eyes that have seen  Too much Eyes that have No answers Eyes that see No questions And the dead eyes ask Why?

Added: 14.04.2009

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