The war does not discriminate;

Fists clenched, it grits decaying teeth

And laughs its cocky, cackling laugh

Before the tanks and missiles strike.

Onlookers trawl chunks of horror

From the ocean of public grief,

Where treasured souvenirs are crushed

And no one can identify

The charred remains in plastic bags.

Yet those round here whisper a name:

A woman, a teacher by trade,

Who carved out some real achievement

From this grime of desperation,

With not one molecule of hate.


But war does not discriminate.


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Stephen Gospage

Wed 6th Jul 2022 08:15

My thanks to John and Martin for the kind comments. It is so sad that there is no end in sight to this war, which goes on claiming innocent lives every day.

And thank you to all the likers - Frederick, John C, Rose, Julie, Aisha, Rudyard, Holden, Pete and K Lynn. I am always so grateful for your support.

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John Botterill

Mon 4th Jul 2022 22:02

Great writing, Stephen. It's heart breaking, but brilliant!

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Martin Elder

Mon 4th Jul 2022 10:26

I love that line
'On lookers trawl chunks of horror'
Wonderful stuff Stephen about a horrific display of one mans vanity.

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