unborn child
19 March 2021
saying peace
To My Unborn Child
When Syrian beds are not left to grow cold,
Not flung into pieces, dusty and old,
When children that lay there sleep without fear,
And beds are cosy, and loved ones are near,
When rubble rises,
And water runs clear
Only then, my love,
Will I summon you here.
When Afghan kitchens are not full of holes,
And kettles and pots don’t dream of lost souls,
When children that ate there laugh in the sun,
And run flying kites when working is done,
When rubble rises,
And water runs clear
Only then, my love,
Will I summon you here.
When men in the West no longer fly drones,
Killing remotely, not leaving their homes,
When their love for their children one day is enough,
And the children of others are worthy of love,
When rubble rises,
And water runs clear
Only then, my love,
Will I summon you here.
Hilary Cremin
showing peace
Image Levi Clancy https://unsplash.com/@leviclancy
doing peace
The theme today is global peace
The poem is about the effects of wars happening in the world today on children. It's also about drones and the indifference that people in the West can feel towards loss of life in far away places.
Can you find out more about the effects of war on children in the world?
What can you learn about drones, and how they are used in modern warfare?
Can your write something that expresses how you feel about the effects of war and drones on civilians in the world?