WHEN THE WAR WAS OVER

When the war was over , ceasefire all a long the line
Solderer of all the former combatants found them surrounded
By a silence , that were kind of defining , birds sang , wind free of gas
Gently blew in to their faces , no one choked , skin did not blister

They look around them , graves , destruction in the extreme
Fields pockmark , by shells and bombs , grave markers
Shells of houses , shops , a forming once a village , a town , destroyed
Ruble
Shattered , blasted , burnt trees , once great trees of a wood , a forest

The now former combatants , of the nations that had sent them of to war
Look around them taking in all they could see
None , felt like celebrating , just to may graves , of those who did not make
It through

And all expressed as in one voice :

'' What the fook was all that shit about? ''

Ken D Williams

The Dysleix Wordsmith



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Written on 2014-05-17 at 12:03

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F.i.in.e Moods The PoetBay support member heart!
I can imagine the disillusion so very strongly with these words! I can imagine it, but of course I'll never know the full extent of the horror as those who were there at that time. The destruction and mindlessness are so vivid... well done. *hugs* xx
2014-05-21