Coming Wars - Poem by Oskar Hansen
The sky is silent no flight overhead except screaming military jets there
are soldiers in the wood, guns at the ready. The dog that follows me on
my walks, took fright and disappeared in the underground. As I walked
past them they ignored my greetings. Deep silence, am I their target?
Vultures in the sky circling about, waiting to hear shots and a possible
meal…Me. A sharp order from an officer and the soldiers marched in
an opposite direction. The dog rejoins me I’m not its owner so it didn’t
feel it had to risks its life for me. The warning of wars coming this way,
sure as thunder and storm.60 years of peace, save Balkans, in Europe
It’s spooky. People of Europe feel it too hence the haste to go back to
their own countries, where they will feel safe huddled together waiting
for the battle that will end the perverted lethargy hanging over us.
When the storm has passed the survivor will feel energized work hard
to build a new Europe; and say: “No more Wars”
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