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Mighty winds are blowing


Mighty winds are blowing,
I cannot see how far away they are
but what I sense is a feeling of fear.

Soft as I may tread the daily grind of survival
angry hoards are marching
violent in their step
and I know from past experience
that is war
of which kind I am unsure
as this wild storm brings dust foul,
radiation fall out. Wow!

Who has perpetrated this crime?
Supposedly the Russians, Chinese
or foreign power,
however let us not forget
who and what we have – and in whose hands,
this violent storm is perhaps ours.

July 31st, 2013
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God help the innocent


God help the innocent
what are they to do
as a country such as ours
declared upon their sanity
destruction, mayhem,
losses unbeknown as yet.

But what a fascinating argument
to ask those devils why
in the name of what reason
‘conquer’ is such a vital cry.

Surely not the bounty
surely not their prize.
Who gains – not I the foot soldier
more the banner on a large house
and those formidable destructive pals.

God help them
when their party of destruction is over
and an enemy now they have achieved
as when they, this present enemy,
arises from despair
theirs will be a reckoning
and we be the ones
their guns are to set, aim and fire.

July 25th, 2013
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A Lost Generation or More


Cross over
don’t go back to a war

the village I came from
has lost a generation or more
of men as boys

and further more
no more heroics
for they are all now dead
that is for sure.

The valley is green
the pastures red
with a poppy or two
but mostly of the young men
who joined without a word or two
from you –

you, who were before that day,
knew the atrocities
they would face and do.

September 12th, 2012
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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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