War Child

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Another body on an empty street.
No wave of flags for this child.
No red, white and blue.
No streets lined with mourners.
No drum beat or trumpet call.
No red flowers or wreaths.
No moment silence or vigil mass.
Worst of all: No faith, No hope, No love, None is given.
This is the death of another nations child.

Follower of Jesus, non-conformist, preacher, poet, blogger, graduate of Highland Theological College, Husband, Father, Son, Brother, Friend, Learning Assistant (ASN) Outdoors. Late diagnosed Autistic.

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