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Wednesday, March 4, 2009

War

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Write of the consequences of war.

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Lest we forget

Lest we forget the heartfelt pain
Of needless death for pointless gain.
We should be closer to the gore
To see what horrors lie in store
For victims of this terror game.

Rockets are fired at far terrain
And bombs are dropped from a plane;
People aren’t people any more.
Lest we forget.

The leaders would do it all again
They love to clap the band’s refrain.
It’s been truly said, oft before,
There are no winners in a war.
Except, of course, on the gravy train.
Lest we forget.

~ J Cosmo Newbery



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11 comments:

Dan Felstead said...

Consequences of "legitimate" War:
Regained homeland
Values secured
Religion protected
Borders restored
Lives back on track

Consequences of "Illegitimate War":
Homeland lost to powerlust
Values degraded
Religion changed to the Victor's
Borders redrawn
Lives devastated

Legitimate or Illegitimate...The same War will always be determined to be both...depends which side you find yourself...the aggressor or the defender.

Dan

_we_the_pieces_ said...

I like the concept of illegitimate and legitimate war, Dan. Nice job.

Cynthia said...

Lament of a Centurion

The whip-crack sounds and the horses rear
To battle we march throughout the night
Dawn is coming, the front is near
Our shoes are worn, our breath is tight
For on these shores many men will fall
And victory for them will not be in sight
But for our Emperor we will give our all
Whether we believe the cause is wrong or right...

_we_the_pieces_ said...

Whenever someone brings up the War, Mama gets the bottle, and begins to cry about Danny. In between sobs, she chokes out words like, 'Brave little boy' , 'What a perfect child' and 'What awful person could do something like kill him'.
I always want to grab her by the shoulders, and tell her to think about those other perfect and brave little boys that Danny killed. Think about their Mamas. How they cry. Just like you.
But I don't comment, because I was just 3 when my big brother died. I have no memory of him; he was away fighting since I was born, so I never lost him. I never even had him. The War took from me my home and my childhood, but no person. It just never let me meet them.

Sarah said...

That little book you tout as truth
the one you claim is your guide
the one you use to preach 'love'
and 'peace' and 'joy' and 'hope'
it's the one you say wrote history
built cities and created freedom.

The same one you go hiding behind
when the hammer falls
when the nightime stalks
and you find yourself in a world
of 'hate' and 'violence' and 'destruction'
and you learn the real truth
that they are following the same book.

Isn't it time we start thinking for ourselves
and stop killing one another over
something as maleable and reinterpretable
as a silly little book?

dani said...

wow Sarah- that's really good- I believe we should love people for being human and respect everyone for what they believe instead of trying to desperately to "convert" others to our own said "truth". Yes, we can share what we believe to be true, but this should never be forced so horridly on others. Love is the real universal truth.

Sarah said...

Thanks dani. I'm just so fed up with war in general. And all everyone seems to be doing is blaming someone else and trying to justify their cruelty with a childish "they started it" mentality.

We all started it.
And we're all going to have to end it.
Before it ends us.

J Cosmo Newbery said...

As wars seem to come around with far too much regularity
I felt a Rondeau would be a good form to try.


Lest we forget

Lest we forget the heartfelt pain
Of needless death for pointless gain.
We should be closer to the gore
To see what horrors lie in store
For victims of this terror game.

Rockets are fired at far terrain
And bombs are dropped from a plane;
People aren’t people any more.
Lest we forget.

The leaders would do it all again
They love to clap the band’s refrain.
It’s been truly said, oft before,
There are no winners in a war.
Except, of course, on the gravy train.
Lest we forget.

Notes on a Serviette

An Open Book said...

war is hate
and misunderstanding
war is fire
and spins out of control
war is cruelty
and insensitivity
war is fear
and weakness and jealousy
war is sad
and horror and
well, i don't know if you want me to use that word here.

Lila said...

war sprang from us
humans, cruel we are
illusions of right and wrong
feed our unending need to spar.

~itzevil~

wildspirit said...

I thought I had left a comment
on the wars that have affected me
but apparently they were lost
like so many of my kind at sea.

The swells that rise and fall bring new rhythm to the ocean,
but the bodies that are buried there know little glory in a nation's devotion.

Floating wreaths commemorate a sailor's death, tombstones at Arlington the soldier's...

Civilians caught in the melee are much more numerous, but theirs is a common grave without inscription.

They died, nonetheless, for nothing. All of them. All of us.

If intelligence can ever gain superiority over ignorance and myth, we will all be relieved of the burden of war, but not of death.

Remember the Maine...relieve me of the pain.