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Peace Broken
by Lily of Lough Neagh a.k.a C. Dennis-Woosley
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The selfishness for the goal of power and control spewed in anger, always takes its toll on the innocent ~Lily of Lough Neagh~

 Peace Broken


Another lost night

When all should be calm

Hearts render in fight

Words painful and long


For a wish just to slumber

That they may find peace

Alas but my knowing

They’ll never release


So subjected I lay there

Peace broken again

When all that is wanted

Are sweet dreams to begin


When shall they see it

For both seem are blind

The volatile ramblings

Elevating with time


Think of the children

Know wee eyes will see

All of the pain

And disharmony


For this paves their future

These sounds of the night

Instills in wee hearts

Fear and much fright


For how can you naught

Both see what you do

You think that they sleep

Through what you both do?


Are you both proud?

Of your legacy

Do you not wish

For their happiness be


Now comes the time

Please open your eyes

Long overdue

See their sad eyes


For know that you both

Their future you pave

A life of acceptance

For violence and hate


My prayers go to them

These wee little ones

The guarding of children

Their angel will come


But for now I can only

With peace broken lay

Unsettled heart

And so much dismay


Only to wish

For one peaceful night

In which is broken

May peace bring her light


Carolee Dennis-Woosley

July 15, 2012

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Reviewed by Diane Miller (Reader)
It is despicable that adults are not aware of how this affects their children.

Reviewed by Vivian Dawson
I feel Your heart light *Carolee*
full of sadness for the children

Lady Vivian
Reviewed by Regis Auffray
You have expressed eloquently a timeless theme of this world/life (sadly), Carolee. Thank you. Love and best wishes,

Reviewed by Ed Matlack
I remember my parents fighting, tis not a good memory...e
Reviewed by Jane Noponen Perinacci
Yup! The kids see it all, my girl! Each generation becomes so much the wiser! Good stuff!

Love ya!

Reviewed by Ronald Hull
A beautiful rendering of a sad subject. I still remember the nights my father would come home drunk and the fight would ensue, going on for some time while my brother and I couldn't sleep in fear that he would come into our room and talk bad again like he always did when he couldn't control his anger about his work.

Reviewed by Carolyn Dye
once again it's beautiful poem filled with true emotions keep doing you!!!
Reviewed by Edith Wilde (Reader)
How very sad Lily, that a child should suffer so and the parents do not even realize their own doings

Reviewed by Ed J.
I don't belive anymore can be said to describe the true pain and loss of the many innocent in the fight for power and control of the few. Beautifully crafted poem full of saddening emotions. Wonderful work!

Stay well and keep writing
Reviewed by Kate Clifford
So very sad and so very true. good write.
Reviewed by Jerry Bolton
What children hear and see and observe when these slings and arrows are flung and shot are more likely to impress them negatively than any attempt to teach them the Golden Rule. The philosophy of . . . Do as I say, not as I do is a bad road to go down on.
Reviewed by S Bergerac (Reader)
Oh how the little children must suffer dear lady Lily, and sadly how mankind in a word cannot see beyond their own selfishness.

I bow and tip my hat to you

Reviewed by D. Vegas
Carol, Ahhh, sounds like my childhood...beautiful, as always. You take your reader into the scene which brings back memories!

Reviewed by Budd Nelson
A very intense heartfelt verse about a subject so unsettleing. It is the tiny ones who suffer the most even when the anger is not directly aimed their way. You express it with the love of those who do not even know they need protection.
Reviewed by Gert van Weenen (Reader)
Nothing needs to be said here.

This is what everyone needs to read and take very good notice of.

Beautiful Carolee, touching deeply
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