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Yes David. It's always struck me how little we pass on to future generations. What we learn is rarely passed on, even to our children; every generation has to re-learn what their parents had to re-learn. A truly vicious circle. John

 

4th August 1914

Germany invades Belgium

Great Britain declares war on Germany

Millions die. The roses of Picardy

Bloom red like blood,

The sun shines on.  The yellow wheat

Drifts and flows in the edwardian summer breezes still.

This quiet landscape will soon explode,

Shot through with the bloody gore of war.

We swore: hands bloody, burnt, raw.

Sweet Christ, what was it all for?

 

11th November 1918

Jack's terraced house

Now knocked down, gone

Like the kids he didn’t have:

Women he never wed

Married to the dead instead.  

After four years fighting in mud

He was broken, buried, gone.

........

4th August 1964

Time spread-out like the AIDS

Quilt, of decades later,

A besmirched bloody innocence,

Blooms like cancer cells....

Now only this strange music

Echoes of boots clumping

Through the bloody mud.

 

3rd August, 2014

Daesh launch a genocidal attack 

Against the peaceful Ezedi people.

Thousands are murdered or enslaved

For remaining loyal to Tawûsê Melek,

The wisest of the peacock-angels,

And refusing to convert to islam.

Some virgin women are burnt alive

In metal cages.

We welcome their murderers'  wives and kids

Back toi the UK.

........

Fear grips her heart

The heart of a prisoner

As evening approaches

Her blind-fold slips.

Surreptitiously

She begins to shake

Another rape.

.......

She remembers Mount Sinjar

And the wicked Salafists 

Mocking the life-giving sun.

Now so many Ezedi women

Enslaved by the Jihadis' gun

..........

And still the west does not come.