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NOW THE DUST HAS SETTLED AGAIN

They faced up to their commitments

stood up to the enemy

crouching to avoid the bullets

concealed themselves for now

heard the whistle.

 

The land was razed

histories pock marked

mud refined by blood

chins stroked in retrospect

assessments penned for the future.

 

politicians died natural deaths

and the soldiers came back

to where a home should have been.

 

Thankfully today we have a different kind of fame

based upon an assumption of peace

based upon the branding of a name

we can all look up to

without a sense of shame.

 

Lest we forget though

there are stone fingers of accusation

and of course the wreaths

precisely and decently laid.

◄ JUST ANOTHER DAY

THE ARCADE ►

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raypool

Thu 17th Nov 2016 17:06

A very revealing response to what I almost pulled the plug on to delete this, David. I did feel that I wanted to minimise the horror as if it was an objective stance, partly because other poets might do a better job and also I feel standing back might give more insight . This is why I delayed the poem and gave it the title. With your experiences you have a very rounded view of all aspects of conflict. I don't have that. I'm glad you saw what I was aiming for exactly. That indeed is part of the horror. Your last lines reflect the toy soldier mentality if I may say so, and I know you are too intelligent to fool yourself.

Thanks mate. Ray.

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