FIRWORKS IN PRETTY COLORS TAKES OUR MINDS OFF THE CHILDREN
Morning is filtered through the curtains
The sun already high in the sky
The world waits for me
As it waits for no one
What is it I am waiting for
Still in my night gown
Here I sit on the side of the bed
A river runs through
The water level low
There is promise of rain
Clouds form on the horizon
Children locked in cages
If I am quiet
I can hear their cries
It is a secret of sorts
The press is kept at a distance
No pictures allowed
Bad things happen in secret
What about the least of us
Who will care
Who holds the key
Who will unlock the cages
July 5, 2018
annellannell 
However much the sun shines, metaphorical clouds on the horizon may dampen our spirits…
Let us hope for the children.
Anna :o]
It is such a cruel situation! But it tells us, we are not who we thought we were. We have much to learn and a long way to go. Thanks for your comment.
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They will be released but what memories they will have that America is not the land of the free but even if they can stay there are a lot of mean and horrible people here and they must be on their guard at all times.
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Your title is like a damp squib at the firework party, Annell, so cleverly done the way it fizzes pretty colours and then reminds us of the children. A similar pattern echoes in the poem and I like the way it ends with three questions. Who indeed!
Thank you Kim for your thoughtful response.
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This is highly evocative of our current affairs. I think of the. lasting mental damage this’ll cause. There is still hope!
Yes, Vivian, as do I. Thanks for your response.
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This is so poignant and timely of the current situation. Let us hope and pray for the children.
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The world waits. Everyone waits. The children are STILL in cages, and how long before the world moves on to some other tragedy & forgets about these children. We move from tragedy to crisis to another tragedy. We know only what comes to light, though undoubtedly there are even more things that happen in secret than we can imagine. We must not be complacent….even in time.
Thank you Mary, your words are true.
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Thanks for this poem, Annell. Who will unlock the cages is the question. Childhood trauma by the thousands. I saw that a grandmother got ARRESTED for trying to take books and toys to the children. A refugee is quoted as saying to other refugees “dont come here. The people have no hearts.” I cant imagine the people who are “following orders” down there.
Sometimes what is real, what is happening is so hard to imagine! I think the children will never forget, and will be damaged all their lives…and perhaps the parents. Oh, how sick!!!!
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Gosh! An apt quiet and solitude for thinking exists in the liminal space between fireworks and crying caged children. Let the river flow, carrying the questions.
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May we hope, may we speak out, may we see the children free again
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kaykuala
The children separated upon reaching the border. The powers that be seem to be more powerful!
Hank
Yes. Thanks for your comments.
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Thanks for your comment Hank.
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The whole world has seen how this one act has scarred the nation. Who would have thought that the US would become a rogue nation with unpredictable and cruel rulers?
I will take no responsibility for him. He is not my president. Thanks for your comment.
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The world waits for me
As it waits for no one… what an excellent mantra to wake up to and face the realities of the day.
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I can feel this woman ruminating on the sad state of these children.