When They Let Them Fly
Just Some Thoughts
A hundred days, a hundred years,
Will never wash away the tears
Of thousands left, when thousands die
Because they let the missiles fly.
~
And knowing this, they posture, still
And threaten, to impose their will,
While to ourselves, we still deny
That they would let the missiles fly.
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“And after all, what can we do?
It isn't as if me and you
Can hope they'll listen and learn why
They shouldn't let the missiles fly.”
~
A hundred-forty thousand lost
In one bright flash – a hellish cost.
By tens, the toll will multiply
If we should we let the missiles fly.
~
Yet, some seem anxious to begin
The war we know, no one will win.
About the Creator
Dana Crandell
Dad, Stepdad, Grandpa, Husband, lover of Nature and dogs.
Poet, Writer, Editor, Photographer, Artist and Tech/Internet nerd.
My first published poetry collection: Life, Love & Ludicrosity

Comments (9)
I really like the repeating refrain. It feels like I know what repeating form this is but I can't quite recall it. Is it a kyrielle?
I feel like this should be top story. Not only does it has a deep impactful message, it is so well written. The repetition really lends to the message. The slight changes to the repeated last line, and the rhyme in the last last line gives this a beautiful, simple rhythm. GORGEOUS!
Beautifully written and sadly true.
This is remarkable, Dana! Powerful and passionate, yet controlled and perfectly measured. Very well done! Would be honored to accept it in the challenge if you want to submit it!
This was so devastating and tragic, not to mention true 🥺
This was heavier than your usual content but so well said!! Timing is everything and I can appreciate what might have fuelled this piece! Great work Dana!
Perfectly said, especially the last line..
Dana- great poem ❤️
Perfect timing to write this poignant poem