Who could hear the silent wailing,
the inner hum of words unspoken,
the sound of hate that must consume him?
Spit and snot and tears,
lost years
No longer young.
Who could know what he has seen,
Where he has been,
What horror he has known?
He fought alone
Who could know, unless he speaks?
...but he is dumb...
Chantal Niven 2009
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Reviews of "No Longer Young"
Reviewed by Holly Ibbitson (Reader)
Reviewed on March 10, 2010
The silent wailing will always be there unfortunatley for far too many...it's disturbing but so very true.
I have seen the faces of children in war torn countries who no longer have that childish sparkle in their eyes. Youth snatched away and replaced with tyrany and despair.
excellent write Chanti
but it is written in his face
and eyes the terror
he has lived through every day
in his few years of life.
Love & Peace be with you
William
Reviewed by Jim Compton (Reader)
Reviewed on February 1, 2009
sadly, I think change has had its chance...
and nothing has changed but the faces.
This one strikes out with the force of a sledgehammer to the heart...so much reality and pain in these few words and all too much to think about as we know how much torture is still going on in this so called civilized world of ours. It's so nice to see your name come up again on the list of new poems...Chanti I can only say you have been sooooooo missed. Welcome back
hugs
Fee
Powerful statement, Chanti. When indeed? And who will stop the
madness? Who will save the children? Who will save us all? These
are questions as old as time. -gene.
Thanks for all the reviews fellow ADers. It's been a long time since I've posted anything up on AD but not for lack of inspiration.
Michelle, my dear friend, the inspiration for this was the photo. Children at war has long been a bone of contention for me and images of children with guns in Africa have always haunted me. I once wrote a poem called 'I see the War in your Eyes' which I posted up here that chronicles this horror from my own perspective. This was another in the same vein. When will the madness stop?
Merciful heavens! I'd like to know the inspiration behind this poem. Wow...it's stark, honest, and downright "in your face". Amazing work my friend...Love, Michelle
Such a shame that he may never be able to share what he has seen, where he has been and what he has done or what has been done through the years. Thank you Chanti for a touching write.
Perhaps "..Quiet Storm" will help rekindle old flames buried and long forgotten or express the love so deeply locked inside of your soul longing to be released.
Regardless of where you may be found in love this beautiful masterpiece can be
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Blessings my friend, Holly
Walt
Your poetic talent is exceptional - clearly shown here in this penning!!
Best Wishes,
Lance
but it is written in his face
and eyes the terror
he has lived through every day
in his few years of life.
Love & Peace be with you
William
and nothing has changed but the faces.
Powerful in its truth and evocation, haunting, disturbing and unfortunately all too true. Thank you for this.
John
Carole~
hugs
Fee
madness? Who will save the children? Who will save us all? These
are questions as old as time. -gene.
Michelle, my dear friend, the inspiration for this was the photo. Children at war has long been a bone of contention for me and images of children with guns in Africa have always haunted me. I once wrote a poem called 'I see the War in your Eyes' which I posted up here that chronicles this horror from my own perspective. This was another in the same vein. When will the madness stop?
Regis
Newfie hugs, Rose