Hand in hand they walk,
Indivisible, impossible to tell apart
A terror to many
wrecking havoc along their path.
Without gun or sword
Without bomb or bullet
They strike!
A deadly duet.
They can’t exist in isolation
A weird symbiosis
Needing each other to exist
Crippling a nation’s resources.
A mother loses her child
They lurk in the shadows, grinning
A child loses her mother
They are salivating.
What can be done?
To rid the world of these two
Unfortunately, the answer lies
In the hands of a privileged few.
That image is heartbreaking; your words are poignant.
Thank you Carrie, I can't begin to imagine the story behind that image.
Oh Dr E the image is harrowing and has brought tears to my eyes.
And the privileged few has a lot to answer for…how can they sleep at night? Power and money often blind leaders to the plight of their people…out of sight is out of mind.
Anna :o[
Heartbreaking.
I have come back to this post countless times-sometimes in my reader, other times in my mind. The image blurs, words unreadable. You have written a good thing here. Where can I share it?
Wow, thank you Lynda, you can share it anywhere you deem fit.