Night Time Explosions
I sat with friends to watch the fireworks,
Independence Day, Fourth of July,
We hear the loud booms and watch
All colors light up the sky.
We so enjoyed our time together
Laughed and chatted, so in awe,
The bursts of designs so pretty,
Oh! Look at that one we call.
A lovely evening filled with joy,
We did not want it all to end,
We lingered long after the show,
Talking quietly, me and my friend.
Night time explosions
Far away, in other parts
Of this big wide world,
Children sit with friends,
Quiet and scared as bombs unfurled.
Bombs that light up the sky with terror,
The horrible sound of gun fire grates
Upon little ears, people screaming close by,
The children now in dire straits.
Each child wonders, was Papa killed,
Was that my Mama screaming,
Who is alive out there still,
Is anyone to save us coming?
The children huddle closer, tighter,
Trying so hard to protect each other,
It is quieter now, an erie silence,
A little one asks, where’s my mother?
No sounds of the enemy out there,
Just low moans and weak crying
Drift around their hiding place,
As so many people lay dying.
The children linger in safety,
Wanting it all to just end.
They still hold each other,
Each one clinging to a friend.
© 2017 Phyllis Doyle Burns
“We have a long way to go before we are able to hear the voices of everyone on
Earth, but I believe that providing voices and building bridges is essential for
the World Peace we all wish for.
– Joichi Ito
“Let us not deceive ourselves; we must elect world peace or world destruction.”
– Bernard Baruch