by Lynn White
They waited patiently
standing in line
hunger made them quiet
un-childlike
too quiet for children
standing in line.
Who knew what they’d be
when they grew up
those children
tinker, tailor, soldier, spy
on our side or theirs
whoever the us and them are.
Now we know for certain that
they’ll be none of those things
now they’re scattered
in bits and pieces
bombed to bits
just in case.
Futures laid to rest
in bits and pieces
just in case.
Lynn White lives in north Wales. Her work is influenced by issues of social justice and events, places and people she has known or imagined. She is especially interested in exploring the boundaries of dream, fantasy and reality and writes hoping to find an audience for her musings. She was shortlisted in the Theatre Cloud 'War Poetry for Today' competition and has been nominated for a Pushcart Prize, Best of the Net and a Rhysling Award. Her poetry has appeared in many publications including: Apogee, Firewords, Peach Velvet, Light Journal, and So It Goes.
