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Array ( [sid] => 184646 [catid] => 1 [aid] => mick [title] => Me and My Rag Doll [time] => 2017-11-23 09:11:48 [hometext] => This my sad and painful reflection over the war-torn world we witness or live through, when all said and done it’s the children of these dreadful world go through matters the most. [bodytext] => Sat in anticipation, holding on tight to
my darling rag doll, wondering, if
there gonna be any warm meal today;
for mama whispered to me,
“Baby; it’s a ceasefire day”.

But came the siren louder than
the aerial-bombing; squealing scared
human silhouettes scuttled hither and thither
as burning toxic blaze consumed homes,
what is spared from the earlier boom-gloom.

Lost and lonely me and my rag doll stood famished;
watched mama and dada smoked;
as supreme nations played their
petty piggish war game,
as demon lord ruled my homeland,
now buried beneath mortal ashes;
as one vast pitiable wasteland.

Like an overplayed rag doll, stood unwanted; bleakly
gazing at my hollow hopes, naked without love,
waiting, for the doors of mercy or heaven to open.
© Franco Joseph
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Me and My Rag Doll
Date: Thursday, 23rd November 2017 @ 09:11:48 AM AEST
Topic: Sad Poetry

Contributed By: Franco

Sat in anticipation, holding on tight to
my darling rag doll, wondering, if
there gonna be any warm meal today;
for mama whispered to me,
“Baby; it’s a ceasefire day”.

But came the siren louder than
the aerial-bombing; squealing scared
human silhouettes scuttled hither and thither
as burning toxic blaze consumed homes,
what is spared from the earlier boom-gloom.

Lost and lonely me and my rag doll stood famished;
watched mama and dada smoked;
as supreme nations played their
petty piggish war game,
as demon lord ruled my homeland,
now buried beneath mortal ashes;
as one vast pitiable wasteland.

Like an overplayed rag doll, stood unwanted; bleakly
gazing at my hollow hopes, naked without love,
waiting, for the doors of mercy or heaven to open.
© Franco Joseph

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