This poem titled Shot Swans was authored by Akiane kramarik at age 8 in her book titled My Dream Is Bigger Than I – Memories of Tomorrow – Part Two Page 46. “You will need your own copy of this book to view the full text of this poem. I limit quotes for the purpose of discussion and to follow copyright guidelines that allows for limited quotes.”
This poem Shot Swans consists of two stanzas with eight sentences each. The photograph I choose for this reflection is a selfie taken by my boy at the age of Nine. The photograph is not perfect it’s rather fuzzy which is why I love this photo. My child is not the best at taking photos which makes this photo even more precious to me his mother… My son took this photo in October 2017 during our time in Portugal. We were visiting interesting historical places and the spot where this photo was taken is believed to have been the home of a historical figure in Portugal. I love history and travel was a great way to teach my son his history too… We both enjoyed the process of learning new things through travel….This poem Shot Swans is lyrical prose at its finest and I am once more amazed by the pen of an eight year old girl. This poem is an allegory about the beauty of life and swans are very lovely to look at. However shot swans would be terrible to see. To me the Shot Swans in this allegorical poem describes the unborn babies drowned in their own blood in the “famished lake” of their own blood. “Famished” for love “Famished” for nurturing and nothing is given these unborn children. They are lovely like swans except now by abortion on demand these lovely unborn children are like shot swans. The end of the poem describes this well when Akiane writes in the last sentence of the second stanza “shot swans freeze in the famished lake…” These unborn children are like shot swans and yes they are frozen and famished for they are not loved into being they are not wanted. Instead they are callously discarded like trash and not even given the dignity of Christian Burial. No unmarked graves are given or provided for the fallen Children from the war on the womb. This is the worst war ever unleashed the worst form of terror using Chemical warfare via Saline Abortions and all forms of horrible warfare including a war of words hell bent on destroying the children the swans who are now frozen on famished lakes of their own blood. Horrible and true. We should all take a moment of silence for the Unborn children who are like shot swans. Children like swans are lovely yet these same children are despised by their own species for they are discarded like garbage with not even unmarked graves to remember them. This is the great shame of mankind a great shame that will not go unaccounted for by our creator the God of Life. As a thank you for reading this reflection enjoy my song titled chaldeans which is meant to be a mystical address to the wicked…..