Vad sägs om lite upplyftande musik. Haggard slår an en ton:
Suddenly it’s over, the war is fin’lly done.
Soldiers in the desert sand, still clingin’ to a gun.
No-one is the winner an’ everyone must lose.
Suddenly the war is over: that’s the news.
Annonser
HELENA – MY HUMBLE EFFORT AT WRITING AN ANTI-WAR POEM…
WAR
If glory be in war;
Call to fighting cause.
Sounding trumpet, bugle blare;
Forward body, nation’s duty, spirited care.
Arms and regiments, bodies dead with empty stares.
Held with spellbound stare;
Pausing, thinking, wondering, looking, hoping.
Regal dress, early morn;
Firm bodies lined in splendid form.
On fields with buttons ready – press!
Leaders, heroes, wealthy dealers;
Spurring, urging, telling, convincing – fight!
Just cause at dawn;
Belief, action, halt, retreat.
Life has lost its normal beat.
Horror at sights in view;
Crying, wailing, maiming, slaughter, death!
History speaks, sad regrets.
History speaks sad regrets.
Victor, vanquished, tears of fear, hearts upset.
Count the dead, write strategies won;
Planning, removing, rebuilding, stop killing!
Another wrong, and convolute;
Duty, action, questions fall.
Human beings dead, lies fed – salute!
Courtenay: Thanks! There is a poet in every man so it seems.
When it comes to taxes and so forth I will answer soon. I must think a little while first. 😛
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