In this cave, dusty and hot, but sheltered;
We made it bombs exploding, running fast.
My arms wrap tight and squeeze; shaking
And frightened, more than you sweet babe.
Little one, I will not show you my hurt foot;
It’s there as I smell the familiar, red puddle.
My sleeve is wet, but there is no pain;
This garment absorbs your escaping fears.
Whomever finds us, my hopes run far and high;
It will be the good men to take us home.
Maybe brother made it, sigh, mom and dad, too.
Though they lay still as we ran: lead lungs.
I will keep you sister close by me, evermore;
No bad men with pointed guns shall find us.
Steal I must, the dead man’s gun and shoot;
Whomever deems us harm or fateful ills.
I promise this to you as I feel the warmth:
Of your breath, your beating, heart next to me; I see.
I see what I must do and be: your guardian,
Your angel, here on earth. Your need is my plight!
by Caroline Clemens
~I wrote this a year and a half ago when I saw a picture of two sisters hiding from gunfire. I only imagined what one might do when that is all they see, constant gunfire.
See below for a (real) peaceful approach to devastating war/terror which rages on in other parts of the world. Peace.
~Please read about a girl named Malala, from Pakistan, who suffered a terrible tragedy and is being nominated for The Nobel Peace Prize.