Poetry

Monday, 13 November 2023

Armistice

 I've seen this world go up in flames

Then down again soon fall the rains

And ashes burnt, but memory remains

It's all just a part of the game


And I create while you destroy

You treat this world like it's your little toy

But can you claim you don't enjoy

The lives you squander, girl or boy


I should have thought you'd have had enough

What's life worth and at what cost?

Will death come cruising for your ghost

In hidden halls of your war post


Write a letter home won't you

Tell of the murder that you do

Explain to your mother and your father

How you rape, pillage and torture 


If this crime belies your heart

What a black place it is to start

Make a new world instead your art

Paint with brushes not with darts


Cut the cloth to fit the mode

The time of living in this abode

Is over so soon before it begins

All babies surely are born without sins


No child deserves such a death

Wrenched from life at their first breath

For the sake of lives much farther along

Despite the heartache, despite the wrong


What justice is there in killing the young

In defence, or to prove that you're strong

It is weaker still to aim your big guns

At innocents who've done you no wrong


So put away your guns of shame

And let peace reign again

It matters not what hot words have flown

Let sleeping dogs lie

Return to your home


All flags of nations should have one hue

The white flag of truce

To show their fighting is through

And if Armistice means any kind of gain

Let us speak true and end the war games

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