Promises Broken

Today we honor them,
the ones who died
in service to the ideals
behind the document,
a prayer of dreams
never fully realized
in the deaths of those
who never realized their own.

Perhaps each war —
each life sacrificed, gone,
each life scarred, broken —
moves us closer,
liberty for all a measured play,
the goal missed,
a punt to the next generation.




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Written on 2026-05-25 at 16:13

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Griffonner The PoetBay support member heart!
It is a conundrum, I feel. In the UK there is an inbred anger and resentment that in 1914 when WWI started men (canon fodder) were told this would be the war to end all wars. The horrors those men endured; the price so many of them paid; equated with that ideal of that promise. Yet just a few score years later came WWII. And since then the world has become so accustomed to war, and the leaders continue sending young men (and women) to their slaughter without question or compassion, whilst the arms industry promotes war by inventing new ways to maim and kill for profit of the monetary kind the sales of which depend on their successful use in war! Who was it who said mankind is an abomination? The syllables of that word say it loud. Blessings, Allen [gets off soapbox and exits stage left] :o)
2026-05-25


Sameen The PoetBay support member heart!
Perhaps each war —
each life sacrificed, gone,
each life scarred, broken —
moves us closer,
liberty for all a measured play,


One can hope
2026-05-25