No More War!

The generals fry in their fat,

The spokesman spouts his usual junk;

The sergeant’s barking will fall flat,

The new recruit has trashed his bunk.


The rumpus at the front is still;

Noise of mortal combat ceases.

Exhausted soldiers, trained to kill,

Break their weapons into pieces.


They hug their foes and swap their hopes

Of lives soon filled with joy and art;

A lonely red-faced major gropes,

In vain, for reasons to change heart.


Meanwhile, back home, their leaders sulk,

And outraged fops demand their heads,

But they, united in their bulk,

Sweep past and hurry to their beds.


◄ The Lowest of the Low

Ukraine poetry book published ►


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Stephen Gospage

Wed 30th Nov 2022 16:57

Thank you for the encouragement, Bethany. Uilleam - my mind still harbours a hope that this could happen. Sadly, indoctrination, at least on one side, makes it remote. But we should never give up hope, as you say.

Thanks to Rose, Adam, Rudyard, Holden, Brenda, Helène and K Lynn for the support.

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Uilleam Ó Ceallaigh

Wed 30th Nov 2022 09:11

They hug their foes and swap their hopes

I feel terribly sad at the moment.
Yet Hope is our duty, for the sake of those who come after us.
Hope Hope Hope Hope Hope.

<Deleted User> (33540)

Tue 29th Nov 2022 18:48

Yes Stephen keep adding to your necessary reminding collection
lest we forget. Thank you Sir!

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