Treasure Island

Jaya Jaspal


The War Game


Marching into town they came,
Bringing fear, dread
Snatching fathers, brothers, sons,
Never to be seen again

Red, blood and sacrifice,
The colour of despair,
Robbing fathers, brothers, sons,
Desperately sorrowful tears

Gunshots screech,
They slice through air,
Stealing fathers, brothers, sons,
Young lads, it isn’t fair

Wives at home,
They yearned, links broke,
Seizing fathers, brothers, sons,
Invisible behind smoke

Mud, illness and cold,
Only three words they knew,
Abducting fathers, brothers, sons,
Away their souls flew

Luring them into the game,
‘Your Country Needs You, ’ they said,
Commandeering fathers, brothers, sons,
Disguising what lay ahead.

Submitted: Saturday, March 08, 2014
Edited: Monday, March 10, 2014

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