"We can't risk losing people,
Killed in action, far away.
What'll happen to their wives,
Their children, the next of kin?
We have to end the war,
But, none the less, we are
Too proud, too good, too vigorous,
To just give up, to just retreat.
Let's see what happens," did they say,
And to end a war, to save their lives,
They killed two hundred thousand people,
And didn't stop at all.
Sunday 26th July 2015 1:42 pm
Tags: atom,atom bomb,atomic war,death,hiroshima,nagasaki,war,war poem,war poems,war poetry
Open your books,
On page seventy-two.
Read these sides,
And learn about the past,
Which is not anymore.
We learn about war,
About hate and racism,
And they call it past,
And close their eyes
To not see reality.
One day, they will,
I hope, will understand,
That to be in denial,
Doesn't help altogether.
Because in the end,
Nothing changed a...
Sunday 26th July 2015 11:31 am
Tags: anti war poems,be in denial,changing,nothing changed,past,war,war poem,war poetry
Old, black-white photographs,
Show soldiers, smiling, proud.
First guns in their hands,
Then bullets in heads,
They died for their fatherland.
Not long ago, when war has reigned,
It poisoned the peoples' mind.
Turned love to hate,
Made people die,
They died for their fatherland.
We say "We learned", but we all know,
That we didn't learn at all.
Just look around, people die,
Sunday 26th July 2015 11:10 am
Tags: anti war,anti war poems,hate,learn,pacifist,war,war poetry
The whistle blows to sound the charge
and over the top they bustle and barge,
covered from head to toe in mud
and soon tainted with flesh and blood.
Up the ladder with slippery rungs,
a scream of rage from terror filled lungs,
adrenalin coursing through every vein
with the fear of not coming back again.
Knee-deep mud sucking boots from feet,
tangled in barbed w...
Friday 24th July 2015 2:55 pm
For me there could only be one
The beautiful Dillon mini-gun
Can shoot 6000 rounds per minute
Damage really has no limit
Six beautiful long barrels
Turning anything into particles
Shear violence is the purpose
Say goodbye to the calmness
Mechanical sound is glorious
Spinning more just for badness
There is nothing that is indestructible
So big and yet beau...
Tuesday 14th July 2015 5:27 pm
Sometimes in this world we need to be broken
It is only then a new life can be woken
Stripping away all that is damaged and lost
Forgetting the past and what it has cost
Listen to the unspoken words of your soul
Rise from the ashes and aim for your goal
Believing in yourself is a good place to start
Is it time to rip the questions apart?
It is not always the stron...
Tuesday 14th July 2015 4:58 pm
If you close your eyes
to the world outside,
will the fighting suddenly cease?
Will brother and sister
hold hands together
and build a new life of peace?
Does a person, born blind,
not hear the teeth grind
as disaster, from greed, is grown?
That because he can’t see,
thinks we're are all living free
and reaping the seeds we have sown?
If you block...
Saturday 11th July 2015 12:14 pm
Death; the dealer
of the final deck of life.
No hidden agendas,
just a cold slate to wipe.
With hand and sword
or rock and stone,
with shaft sailing deadly
through grey skies, alone.
The smarter the weapon,
the reaper delights
at a fulsome harvest
of terror and cries.
They split the atom
and split the odds,
they split the proceeds
Saturday 4th July 2015 8:24 pm
I remember Kandahar, flying low across a golden landscape in the door of a Blackhawk, the sun a red ball sinking behind jagged mountains. The goat herders below us, waving their sticks upward, flashing huge toothy smiles. Seeing the sand whip up around them as we roared over and passed them.
The sheer beauty of it, the thrill and wonder of being alive in that moment. Seeing The Gates of K...
Friday 19th June 2015 6:51 am
Along the open flatlands toward Stimlje, the land rises.
Through the tight enclosed lanes to the further side, almost leaving.
A battered overgrown compound, mesh fences collapsing, open in part.
Stimlje Mental Asylum.
The incarcerated have not departed, abandoned they remain.
The staff having fled, chose freedom.
Snow lays patchy underfoot, stained with shit and blood....
Friday 5th June 2015 12:31 pm
It's just a way of life
said the man with the gun,
you win it or you lose it
and when all is said and done.
But the odds and the favour
can be tipped from over here
by a warm winning smile
from a boy with no fear.
They say that respect
is a game hard won
but they can't see the smile
down the barrel of the gun.
The feather on the trigger
Tuesday 12th May 2015 12:47 am
Along the hedge rowed Surrey lane
A last light shimmers on moonlights wane
As bar staff stack the chairs again
He walks the road by which he came
Kicks the dog and mutters bitter
Too proud to ever be a quitter
Can’t hear the sea this far inland
Or recall the feel of hand in hand
But oh, he can still hear the band
And in his mouth still tast...
Monday 11th May 2015 3:19 pm
The 8th -9th of May – the Greatest Day,
the Saint Holiday – the Victory Day.
A holiday with glee and spree,
a holiday with tears that appear
remembering those soldiers,
the heroes of the Second World War.
Those hardcore days
we don’t want to face anymore.
That was the largest war
in the history of mankind,
I don’t want you to be blind
but to know and remember the facts:
almost 58 milli...
Friday 8th May 2015 5:14 pm
The Gallipoli Fallen
From Perth to Auckland came the merry brave
Fighting for King and Empire and the motherland to save
The Anzac was led with zeal and might
Churchill's men prepared to fight the merry fight
To the Dardanelles the men were led ashore
To open a supply route to Russia, so ill-equipped and poor
Churchill's plan to obliterate the Ottomans from the war...
Tuesday 17th March 2015 4:29 am
Don't you dare lie to us about Islam
Don't you dare say ISIS is more than just a sham
The truth is Islam is all about peace and that's a fact
The truth is ISIS has no truth at all, it's all just an act
For just like Christianity, Islam has been misused
For just like Christianity, Islam has been abused
By power seeking maniacs who speak no truth at all
There’s never been ...
Saturday 21st February 2015 12:56 pm
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Aggression seeps from jaundiced bones.
IS kills too many crouching in their homes
Al Queda murdered thousands in Twin Towers
the result of all those deaths is sobbing showers
the rain of tears could form a salty river to clean
out all the evil that shattered so many a dream
and in the end those fighters only ever produce
a waste of life and resources with rage on the loose…
Wake up you d...
Wednesday 4th February 2015 2:10 pm
For those who are alive
To see the British newsreel
And remember the spring of 1945.
The British army entered Bergen-Belsen,
The heart of Germany -
The town of beauty and harmony.
Neat gardens, rich farms, …
All around seemed to have only charms.
English soldiers began to admire the place,
In any case, up to the moment
When they felt the smell.
It looked lik...
Tuesday 27th January 2015 8:57 pm
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