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As Ukraine combats the Russian invasion, and civilians in the country fight for their lives, the devastating impact of war becomes evident. Ballad of Bawling Babiesis a poem on war and what war does to us….. 

Valour is mute

So if war comes

It will not be the sound of honour, 

Of sturdy men in sturdy boots

That you will hear

What you will hear,

However,

Will be a ballad of bawling babies

Broken, Ailing, Hungry

And when they’ll look at you with their innocent eyes

And ask you if you know where their parents went

Will you tell them that they died

fighting a war for the country?

And when they’ll ask you what is country

Will you show them the land

Rendered battered and barren by the acts of men

Will you show them sickness and smoke

The absolute dearth of hope

An economy so broke

A sea of orphans, no home?

When they ask you what is country

And what their parents died fighting for

Will you even be able to tell yourself

What it really is,

And who is not losing this war?

By Mekhala Saran

Mekhala Saran is a reporter at The Quint, an English and Hindi language Indian general news and opinion website. When she finds time, she enjoys writing fiction and poetry. 

If those bawling babies were YOUR children or YOUR grandchildren, what would YOU tell them?

WE SAY TO OUR CHILDREN, “ACT LIKE GROWN-UPS!” JESUS SAYS TO GROWN-UPS, “BE LIKE CHILDREN!”

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