This is so sad. The repetitive statement of how long it could really make me feel sad for her.” Safe, dry and warm” I hate thinking about children in place where they do not have this. But cannot run and hide for the reality of it. Good story

Thank you so much, Fia, I wanted to express the tragedy of the thousands of children caught up in war – in this case trapped in Ukraine, her parents dead, relying on her imagined fantasies for freedom and escape, then Gaza, and Sudan, now Iran – why are we so inhuman towards those most vulnerable? HJx

It is a bit musical. I wish for a better day, each and every day. That deer lost in headlights is so true

I agree.

Thank you for putting it into words so eloquently.

Got my foot tapping away from the off to the end and back again .. Nice one too sir . Neville

Damian the fire in the eyes of those zealous followers of the pied piper elevated to guru status is painted in your poem with fire and smoke. Truly a smoking great poem that is as strong emotionally as it is rhythmically. You have real talent my friend.

John

I don’t think I’ve seen subterfuge used in poetry before and you made it fit and feel perfect.
I think many of us are feeling the same way, especially with the way the world is going.
Excellent write sir.