Treasure Island

Stanley Cooper

(August 4th,1926 / New York City)

“The War To End All Wars”


“The war to end all wars” they said
And were naively believed
By those who now are honorably dead
Never knowing they were deceived

Wars are peddled with promised glory
With patriotic fervor, wars are sold
To those who die in warring gory
Without their right of growing old

For future generations, I’ve great concern
They needn’t set their world ablaze
For their survival they must discern
The peaceful road to better days

Submitted: Tuesday, September 15, 2009

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  • G. Murdock (11/2/2009 4:52:00 PM)

    Great stuff Stan, so true, we perpetuate war through its fanfare and celebration, to the flag waving, the grave marking, pomp and festoonery, the ones who never fight start wars and then hide in plain sight. (Report) Reply

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