WHEN THE WAR WAS OVER
When the war was over , ceasefire all a long the lineSolderer of all the former combatants found them surrounded
By a silence , that were kind of defining , birds sang , wind free of gas
Gently blew in to their faces , no one choked , skin did not blister
They look around them , graves , destruction in the extreme
Fields pockmark , by shells and bombs , grave markers
Shells of houses , shops , a forming once a village , a town , destroyed
Ruble
Shattered , blasted , burnt trees , once great trees of a wood , a forest
The now former combatants , of the nations that had sent them of to war
Look around them taking in all they could see
None , felt like celebrating , just to may graves , of those who did not make
It through
And all expressed as in one voice :
'' What the fook was all that shit about? ''
Ken D Williams
The Dysleix Wordsmith
Poetry by ken d williams
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Written on 2014-05-17 at 12:03
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