War (1914-18 & 1939-45)
To war, to war the Generals cried
And swift as lightning millions died.
Earth groans and is filled with awful dismay
That so many ghosts are being made this way.
War moves us and causes the young to roam
It takes them from their hearth and home.
Are we always to be cursed that on some future day
We choose to take the best and waste them away?
And for what? That some nostalgic eye
Might visit where their comrades lie?
Or perchance a human tear may well
From eyes as yet unborn to tell
Their children of such times as these,
Of how they are heirs to this dire desease.
Such children each with curtained eye
Being shown perhaps how they will die?
If so, then in this thing I think we find
A portion of the madness that afflicts mankind.
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British Bill © 2002
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