Deja Vu Poem by Mohammad Nazar

Soldiers marching on the road below
Saluting the crowd as they go
Children cheering the soldiers on
Everyone saluting as the men walk along.

Women crying and waving goodbye
Soon they'll be back but not all alive
Some injured in bed, but not in their own
Missing their wives in the hospital alone.

Charging to war their confidence grows
Rifles loaded and ready to go
Everyone at the front line immediately stops
The soldiers are there and their confidence drops.

Inhaling the putrid rotting stench
Death flows like water through the trench
Gunfire clattering right through to the bone
They wonder whether they'll ever go home.

Arms and legs now all feeling sore
Soldiers start to trudge from the war
Recurring memories of where dead bodies lie
And then there's a salvo and it's their last goodbye.

Remembering the past to learn from our mistake
This generation needs to make the big break
We're all split into our own different race
Why can't we become just one single face?

Peace for a while and people think of the past
Time comes together and you know it won't last
Fighting countries for their riches and the might
Those people with the power, that don't do right.

Deja vu of a war
That has happened before.