Poem#19 The Sun Cries

A Princess is born to wealth, comfort,

ease and privilege. Just down the road

a child dies of injuries from his mother.

Six thousand miles away, a child dies of

starvation, her cousin maimed by a bomb,

their mothers raped to death.

Journeys are made across an unkind sea.

In the bright blue sky, the sun cries.



Author: chrissiemorrisbrady

I've read poetry since I was nine and have written creatively since I was fourteen (probably long before that). After writing book reviews and social comment, I decided I wanted to write poetry. I have no formal training, but I surround myself with poets and their writing. I am honing my craft. I have two published collections which I don't feel good about, but have been published by madswirl.com and other publications. I live on the south coast of England with my daughter. I am seriously ill.

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