Explosion Affected Reflection by Helle van Aardeberg

This Poem won the ‘Poetry for Peace’ contest held by the UN.

Blasted into a wasteland,

behind an old torn photo

Father silently weeps

for what were once his people

their voices and love forsaken

while Mother has grown old torn

in recollection with grief

her children’s young kisses

still innocent upon her cheek;


unborn babies hear exploding bombs as yet she stares,


out the broken window,

in remembrance for peace.


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