Those poor children

Lets put ourselves in their place

for that moment

the soldiers so disgruntled

the unrest

how to handle children

clearly suffering a lot

let us wring our hands

lets try our best

 

and why did it get

so undignified

the vulgarity

made me feel

sick to even imagine

they were human

it all became so fearsome

and so real

 

intimidation

how can children deal with that

oppressed

 it really  made my blood run cold

craven hearted soldiers

of the netan yahu tribe

abhorrent on their own

ideas all sold

 

uncaring and uninterested

insoucient were they

have they lost their humility

what a dark display

of just how not to handle things

the insolence

the pain

the disrespect

the effrontery

all met with

disdain

those poor kids

I just felt for them

what are they up to now

living with the fear of loss

and just wondering how

 

About Rex Tyler

I love animals. I enjoy writing poetry and delivering speeches.I like to mentor people who need help in preparing speeches and evaluations.I enjoy travel although it is much harder for me these days.I so enjoyed the Andes Mountains and Volcanoes and the Quichua people who live and thrive there.I have lots of friends around the world.
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