No false ideal can be a true defence
When evil, as a spoiled and angry child
Can break and shatter childhood innocence,
To be, by any feeling heart, reviled.
No hope can find its birth in violence
As death’s own purpose is itself defiled.
The earth is scarred by Man’s insanity
And empty arms hold only memory.
Some feign belief and then defy the laws
On which their path depends to reach its goal,
Examine others’ paths to note the flaws
Whilst seeing theirs the only truth and whole.
They set themselves apart and preach a cause
Abhorrent to their brothers’ heart and soul.
The breakers are the broken and the lost
And their rejection bears a human cost.
No child has lived enough to need to die,
A mother’s tears are better shed in joy;
No heart should break to know the reason why
A life became a statistician’s toy.
In rage and hate, we raise ouselves too high,
In bitterness, humanity destroy.
And yet, Man numbers less than grains of sand
Or stars that glitter in the cosmic Hand.
Sue Vincent's Daily Echo 
Touching words… 🙏
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Too many children suffer for the worst side of humankind.
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It’s so sad…
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It is…and still it continues.
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Stars glittering in the cosmic hand…if only we could absorb that light. (K)
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We are part of that light, if we allow ourselves to let it shine.
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Man’s inhumanity to man , including children who often suffer the most. I just weep at the thought of it all. ❤
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Most of us do…and there lies the hope.
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Yes we must cling to that!
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And embrace it.
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Indeed
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Reblogged this on Sun in Gemini.
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Beautiful.
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Thank you.
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So powerful!
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Thanks, Cindy.
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Very nice rhyme, meter and meaning. I liked this line in particular: “A mother’s tears are better shed in joy”. Thank you for linking with us at dVerse!
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Thank you, Frank. I have been meaning to come over for some time.
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Truth in every line. I read them twice. Thank you for sharing.
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Thank you, Colin.
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A deep and meaningful poem, each stanza adding to what’s whol, and after a weak of death we know that afterwards it’s always late,
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Yes, its is always too late to change what is into what could have been.
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It’s heartbreaking, Sue. If only all mothers’ and fathers’ tears were shed for joy. The choice to harm and kill children is made every day all over the world, overtly and covertly, with bombs and with a denial of safety and the resources needed for a happy healthy successful life. It hurts the heart.
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It does, Diana. Most of the time, we see only the large-scale horrors, but it happens insidiously in every town.
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Poignant and profound…your words go straight to my heart Sue but monsters continue to roam free to unleash the horror…same story has been going on for ages!
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“No heart should break to know the reason why …A life became a statistician’s toy.” Beautiful, meaningful, and poignant words.
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Thank you, Bev. I hate that we can count or cost lives with no thought of humanity.
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Somber words for somber times.
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But we have a choice in who to be.
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Sue this was truly beautiful, rich with meaning. ❤
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Thank you Debby.
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❤
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This is so moving, Sue xx
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❤ xx
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Heartbreakingly beautiful.
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Thank you.
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