Every Day. Poem by willow moon pearce

Every Day.

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In all honesty, war is with us to stay
If not war, then it's civil war.
Turn on your neighbour, whom you have
Known and become very good friends except
For that changed day.
Hate manifesting itself like a teminal cancer,
Fed with racism, bigotry, fear
And a touch of religion.

Children brought up to hate
Are the new generation.
It will be their children
That will continue on, with this terrible and
Sad way of existence.

It has only been 65 years
Since the damaged soldier, return home
Hating what he had seen and done.

Now it seems like a video game
Surreal, with the images of death, as we eat our supper.
We have had 2,000 years
To be what our creator wanted us to be
And failed bitterly.

I will not live to see a glorious ending.
We fight and will continue to do so.
I had so many hopes in the 1960's
Dashed by Governments and their war mongers
Surely we can overcome hate
But when?

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Brian Dorn 29 September 2006

Willow, a very sobering write, ... point well made. I've posted a poem titled 'Dying For Power' which expresses a similar sentiment. Great write! ! Brian

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