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'A Young Girl With Old Eyes'
 
The only living thing
at a Hooch under threatening skies,
and smoking, stinking ruins
was a young girl
with old eyes.

There were no tears or frowns;
just a vacant stare!
There was not the slightest notice
of our soldiers arriving there.

It was a scene that made men curse
at the very thought of war;
when the enemy slaughtered innocents,
it made a scene the soldiers abhorred!

A soldier knelt beside her
with trembling chin, about to cry,
and received a vacant stare,
from the young girl with old
eyes!

By Ron Cole

© 2012 Ron Cole (All rights reserved)

 

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