Posted: August 28, 2013 in literature, poetry
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Syrian_Israel demilitarized zone     

Yes, I raged at the news,

  bombs in baby cribs,

      oil fires in the desert.

     And the murder of children

labeled mushrooms.

     Still I loved your smile in

  the bomb shelter,

      the play of your eyes in the


        I know joy when I hold

  you as the fighters

thunder overhead.

And I commit my love

       to you

     by the light

of the burning chapel.



Rod C. Stryker

This poem was published in the anthology, Will Work for Peace. Hope you like it.


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