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Entries from June 26th, 2011

One more breath before I die…


Gradually, gradually as I go
something I sense tells me
my life-source is very low.

Someone comes and whispers low
I cannot tell who though
for loss of consciousness
is upon my life now.

Help me to remember
those with whom I have known and fought
men of valour, courage –
beyond a man’s normal everyday thought.

Give me the courage too
as I do pass over this world
one more breath before I die
to say a big thank you
to those few
for giving me love and care.

And too a life here on Earth
to get to know some part
that I previously, in the normality of life,
did not, about myself, did know.

June 26th, 2011
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“Victory” a word a coward shouts


A crime, a crime, a criminal I will be
for having survived
such mental torment daily
upon a blood-letting scene.

God or who or what ever you may be
have forged some hearts into a hell-like,
war-mongering disease.

God, you are the most hideous of beings
to allow little ones as young as these
dying badly from such horrific injuries.

Grant me peace that when I die
my heart does return somehow
to force some peace and love around
before I scream of victory.

As from where I lie right now
‘victory’ is a word a coward shouts
one without a heart of peace, but war.

No one with whom I have fought
ever more does want to be
part of a history destined to war.

So battle cry and sing or shout
my mantra, my cry, my song will be…

God of the heart of humanity
grant unto me
a love I want to feel
and be expressing in my life
now and ever more
even if for a day or two at least
I will have recovered some part of me
out of this hellish war.

One so evil,
who on Earth declared it so violently
without even a word of reasonable
human decency?

June 26th, 2011
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This blood-letting crime


It is not fair…
the rifle buggered
I am out of bullets anyhow
so what the difference does it make
with half my troops under mud
so thick I do not even recognise
their agony or smile
depending how they died that day.

I saw at first light
the troop numbers dead or dying
by those left almost standing,
shivering in the cold of day.

Some had not stopped crying
from fear or loss
perhaps both
with what they witnessed the day before –
A bloody battle had begun
and then as riflemen did fall
bayonets began to clash –
the metal sound entering their flesh.

God only knows
why boys must die this way
and mothers and fathers tragedy will be theirs
until they at least, in their old age, will be dead.

God only helps those who are to survive
this blood-letting crime
so we can at least one day go home
no matter how few
we must forever constantly ensure
the madness of this day, this year, this scene
does not ever again be repeated religiously

as some tribal festivity.

June 26th, 2011
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They Must Have Been Mistaken


They must have been mistaken
when they did the body count,

for I was unable to distinguish
who these men were
after battle blast and shout.

God help them one and all
to find a place of rest,
surely not here
where that blast will be
a permanent site of unrest.

June 8th, 2011
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