February 2024
Wayne Hebb
whebb2014@gmail.com
whebb2014@gmail.com
Bio Note: I am a retired police officer living in St. John's with my wife. I enjoy writing poetry, fiction and non-fiction as well as photography.
Peace
The leafless aspen tree
Basks in the early winter sun
Oblivious to everything but
The warmth of the solar rays
In that moment there is
No war, no hate,
No dirty-faced dying children
Or angry protestors,
No violence or destruction
Just peace wrapping
Around its bark
The Blood of Innocents
The streets of some countries
Are stained with the blood of
Children, little children
Whose lives ended before
They could breathe life into
This dying world
The stains seep through to
The hearts of those who
Loved them and those who
Quietly witness this ugly
Reminder of their existence
Silently watching news clips
Wondering who to side with as
Angry crowds yell
Me, me, me.
©2024 Wayne Hebb
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