Poetry Challenge #7 03/06/2012

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“War Child”

Who will save the war child baby?
Who controls the key?
The web we weave is thick and sordid,
Fine by me.

At times of war we’re all the losers,
There’s no victory.
We shoot to kill and kill your lover,
Fine by me.

War child, victim of political pride.
Plant the seed, territorial greed.
Mind the war child,
We should mind the war child.

I spent last winter in New York,
And came upon a man.
He was sleeping on the streets and homeless,
He said, “I fought in Vietnam.”

Beneath his shirt he wore the mark,
He bore the mark with pride.
A two inch deep incision carved,
Into his side.

War child, victim of political pride.
Plant the seed, territorial greed.
Mind the war child,
We should mind the war child.

Who’s the loser now? Who’s the loser now?
We’re all the losers now. We’re all the losers now.


The words were written by  Dolores O’Riordan  when asked about the song she said : “I love children and I received a letter from Brian Eno who asked me to design something for a War Child fashion show that didn’t happen, but I was moved by Bosnia and that morning in my hotel room I wrote the song in about 10 minutes – children suffer most of all whether it’s Bosnia or the Bogside. It’s sick. They’re so vulnerable.” (in article written by Jayne Margetts, 1996


Dolores Mary Eileen O’Riordan (/ˈrɪərdən/) (born 6 September 1971) is an Irish singer, guitarist and songwriter. She led the rock band The Cranberries to worldwide success and fame for 13 years before the band took a hiatus in 2003, but have since reunited in 2012.[1] Her first solo album Are You Listening? was released in May 2007 and was followed up by No Baggage in 2009. O’Riordan is notable for her unmistakable lilting voice and strong Irish accent.[2]


Children have always been the silent casualties of war. They become the annihilation of the future. In every war from the beinning of time from the first cave man to throw a stone in anger through all wars up to ww1,ww2 and every war since. Whether they be child soldiers, refugees, orphans. Scarred mentally or physically or both we should weep, we should hang our heads in shame for what we do to the war child.


Poetry Challenge #7 is to create a journal of links and your reactions to poems by established (living or dead poets.) Details are here.  Example response is here. Mr. Linky for Challenge #7 is directly below:

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8 Comments (+add yours?)

  1. Wendell A. Brown AKA The Brown One Poet
    Jun 04, 2012 @ 14:45:37

    A very riveting poem! I enjoyed it though!


  2. simon7banksS
    Jun 04, 2012 @ 15:21:47



  3. granbee
    Jun 04, 2012 @ 22:20:12

    “As ye do unto the least of these, ye do unto Me.”


  4. Unsungpoet
    Jun 06, 2012 @ 17:32:40

    Wow this is powerful, and so well written.


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