Treasure Island

kipper Stagg

(6th April 1957 / Earth)

Cenotaph


Oh! How we glorify War.
Or brave lads are doing such a fine job,
Fighting for democracy like they had a thousand times before.
And we’ll all bask in all their glory.
Oh how we justify their fate without remembering the past.
A million million wasted lives and all that they shall reap
Are their names carved in a cenotaph partly remembering their story?
But if you could ask them all to a man what they would sooner have?
Our lives! , each would reply, from first man to the last!

Wrote this at the start of the second gulf war upon seeing the first war dead had been flown home on the news.

Submitted: Tuesday, April 13, 2010
Edited: Friday, April 16, 2010

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