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Hauling the wounded Carrying them safe to succor and to solace Safe from the wheels of crushing tanks But while she bore one away She fainted and fell tired and worn out under the wheels of  another tank And you  … you who were her all in all she had not the solace of even a thought of you in her life’s last moment Your sister and your brother young…. When your enemy stood victorious and all  resistance died away a ghastly silence held the air exulting soldiers prowled the streets and lanes seeking to quench their hellish lust  Your sister a modest bud of youthful beauty espied was and dragged from out of your house Your brother a twelve year old slip of a boy raged and shouted and tried to grasp them his boyish blood surging within him “ If you but touch her …” “Ha  .. what will you do , little wretch ?” they grinned and gloated they dragged them away, both of them dragged and hauled somehow ,somewhere how can I tell you what happened there…. And  you… Left alone where they had hid you they called not out to you  lest you too may fall in their demon hands They left you alone to the grace of Heaven And now the heavens  have fallen upon you …. Weary and waiting filled with the fear of loneliness out from your hiding place with ears alert and eyes charged with fear you stepped looked into every nook and corner of the vacant house

“ No one--- not anyone where have they all gone leaving me alone…” and then your wail as when the mother bird of the little ones in the nest goes somewhere far and falls prey to someone’s little shot and returns not even when the evening comes  and then the wild screams of the little ones … With flaming houses all around You ran about here and there Screaming and wailing Like a baffled heifer More afraid of the glaring flames Than of the growing darkness Lay down in the crevice of a ruin to while away the night and slept a deathly sleep … Ah, why did you wake up now ? What dawn of  day has life in store for you ? What hope of a rosy future  ? Was it not thus , little one that you lost your parents dear brother and sister ? Or were they weaklings Dastardly cowards Dying many times before their deaths Who took to their heals and left you alone Their little darling Thinking What dearth of babes if life be safe Be they even so oh blame them not for life’s a boon to every one the brave or frail of heart Such is the pull of life Each moment on this earth of ours a blessing is and precious gift Even the brave see this  in the last hour of departing life And yet this wanton spilling of life’s blood When shall the world  live in peace routing at last these wanton hordes Then whose the blame Who the sinner against the blameless young? Know you not ?

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