an old poem
Sat 14 Jun 2014, 9:23 am
After reading Stan's post on the "What was the point?" thread, I was reminded of a short ditty I penned back on the Fourth of July in 1973:
... the battle has ended,
the ageless war is won;
the enemy disbanded,
the victorious are as one;
can't I understand it
now that the killing's done?
Death came empty-handed
with Sunday's brilliant sun,
to visit homes defended
by every mother's son;
patriotic dream repentant
now that the killing's done.
... and few be those remaining alive
to tell of Death's heavy harvest scythe.
... the battle has ended,
the ageless war is won;
the enemy disbanded,
the victorious are as one;
can't I understand it
now that the killing's done?
Death came empty-handed
with Sunday's brilliant sun,
to visit homes defended
by every mother's son;
patriotic dream repentant
now that the killing's done.
... and few be those remaining alive
to tell of Death's heavy harvest scythe.
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