my head is gone.
No place no more
for me to be found.
I am lost and lonely,
dead and gone
and who shall weep my tears now…
Now that life after this war has gone –
memories of the madness fail to remember
again and again as was our plight.
So much, so young, so solemn we lay
of consciousness and more.
The place of loss, horrific-ness
there are no more cruel violations left
to be explored.
Done and dusted
we here lament and cry…
No more further warring –
too many battles and crimes they fed
for years of plunder felt
as each man, woman and child do know
and now lament in a total lasting grip of grief.
Poverty assailed man’s mind
and hence war claims his body
and we who lie among this burdensome lot
cry out our cries continually …
no more war you silly flock
peace is what next is required to be explored.
January 3rd, 2014
Tags: The Long War
