Behind The Smile.

I catch somehow
the view
of inside tears in eyes
that peer
shyly
from furrowed brow.

Behind the smile
bravely
shown for camera
lens,
the pretence ends
as
all the while
endless
dry red dust
surrounds the sound
of home
falling,
wall by broken wall,
but
smile she must.

Homeless now,
with age-old grit
she sits,
aware
her world has stopped.
- - -
- -
Another bomb
- -
in error,
- -
dropped.

sonetta
this is powerful Fay....thank you for writing it......

Dorothy A. Holmes apwlts2
I folded my hands in prayer after reading this...The meek shall inherite the earth it's said...I believe... Dorothy A Poet Who Loves To Sing

Pendemic
Such a sad piece, but rings true in so many places around the globe. Well done Fay as usual.

Frank James Ryan Jr./FjR
You paint a poignant pictorial ,almost palpable...the language carries an air of power, poetic eminence...as does the author !Happy Easter,Fay!\\\FjR///

Bob Blackwell
Made me think Fay, how many people in our world lead life in abject poverty, to add to their misery someone makes war on them!! Thank you for this.

T A Ramesh
Is it Monalisa like smile? Nice!

Ency Bearis
Beautiful poem with powerful advocate against war.

samanyan
a very good poem against war....another...in error... dropped

carol
excellent write hauntingly beautiful

Sandra Dodd
Rivetting. You weaved that tale right to the surprising end. Inhumanity well expressed.

Leslie Alexis
man. man. man is bad. your poem lady Fay is extremely touching.