. . . their cries were heard . . .

For this weeks 100 Word Challenge for Grown Ups, I am putting my poetry skill to the test. Join me in this challenge, it is inspirational and fun, although this weeks challenge is leaning toward the depressing. ;)

Shots rang across the water aimed at children

            . . . their cries were heard . . .

Animals fled the destruction of their home
            . . . their cries were heard . . .

Millions died in the name of purity
            . . . their cries were heard . . .

Thousands harmed as Mother Nature screams
            . . . their cries were heard . . .

Young people dying by their own hands because of their difference

            . . . their cries were heard . . .

There, cries were heard . . . but too often ignored.

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26 Comments (+add yours?)

  1. jgavinallan
    Jul 26, 2011 @ 12:14:39

    What intensity…emotion…power..excellent description
    sad…but as a work—beautiful
    Jaye

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  2. Julia
    Jul 26, 2011 @ 12:20:18

    The repetition is so moving in this piece Lisa. I love the change of their to there at the end – really pointed. I’m not sure I’m going to be able to compete with you all this week. Stunning writing!

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  3. nrhatch
    Jul 26, 2011 @ 12:32:17

    Well said.

    I think I’ll wait for a less depressing challenge to join. :-(

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  4. thepetalpusher
    Jul 26, 2011 @ 13:35:51

    sounds like a prayer–quite nice, Lisa

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  5. Barbarann Ayars
    Jul 26, 2011 @ 13:39:54

    Having had the privilege of staggering through Jad Va Shem, Israel’s holocaust museum, your words tell the tale in 100 words. We left there shattered,broken with the realization that our own Roosevelt knew. Knew. How extraordinary that your trusty inner writer got the last line right for you…”there” is what your soul meant even if yu think it was a typo….Do you see what I mean? The Lisa that you recognize is the instrument the real Lisa Plays like a Stradivarius . Pluck your strings, girl!

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  6. Taochild
    Jul 26, 2011 @ 15:17:55

    For most of the most powerful thingsI have written, it was more like I was just the vessel, not the creatore. The words made themselves. And so it seems may be the case with you. Powerful indeed….

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  7. sparksinshadow
    Jul 26, 2011 @ 18:13:47

    There’s so much sadness in this poem… it cuts right through me– a damning list of so many wrongs in our world.

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  8. Christine Grote
    Jul 26, 2011 @ 18:50:10

    This reminds me of the great song by Peter, Paul, and Mary– “blowin’ in the wind.” my sisters and I used to sing it together for kicks.

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  9. gsussex
    Jul 27, 2011 @ 17:10:54

    Strength comes through the repeated phrase . . . ‘Passivity’ link here : )
    Great piece of thought proking writing

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  10. caffinetangent
    Jul 27, 2011 @ 18:05:16

    I agree Lisa it’s a tricky one to turn into a positive. I enjoyed reading your poetry though and hope to read more in the future! Your poem was song-like and I got inspired to listen to some Ladysmith Black Mambazo as a result. Dreamy.

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  11. Simon
    Jul 27, 2011 @ 18:16:21

    Echoing most comments, I really love how you’ve used the prompt to repeat the same line. I also love the play on words at the end – finally, a use for homophones!

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  12. mrsnutty
    Jul 28, 2011 @ 01:36:52

    My goodness if I’d have read this before I wrote mine I wouldn’t have written. I love this piece. So beautifully written but capturing the sadness. Wow!

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  13. angelfeet
    Jul 28, 2011 @ 10:49:26

    This is so powerful and moving. Such a contrast to your second submission for this prompt (which i read first).

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  14. Ross Mannell
    Jul 28, 2011 @ 15:41:11

    A dark part of history must be retold if we are to hopefully learn from the past. This is a powerful piece of writing.

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