Toys everywhere
Smell of burnt eggs
Water on the floor
Shouting and screaming
Children at it again
Clothes strewn
Shoes at room corners
Table litter with books and pencils
Scattered around
Coffee dripping from table
Pieces of paper on the floor
Bedspread rumpled
Torn and dirtied
Patches of blood
Innocence taken
Heart broken
Walls broken
Houses burnt
Cathedrals razed
Smoke to the heavens
Cries heard
Booky Glover 
Good crescendo – hope the cries heard make it all better in the end 🙂
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I hope so too. Thanks for stopping by dear Raili.
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My pleasure 🙂 I try to work my way around reading others’ blogs as much as I can but time seems to conspire against me!
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Chaos does accelerate and multiply often to the extent of tragedy just s you suggest. Powerful poem.
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Thanks Ma’am.
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Choas at various levels.
Brilliantly done.
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Thanks.
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