It Carries On. Poem by willow moon pearce

It Carries On.

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Although much has been written
About the aftermath of battle
My time for the last four years has been a trial
And a terrible combination of comments and compassion

All my writings have been about the 1st and 2nd world wars
All have told of the terrible silence
The smell of cordite
And the smell of death.

The battlefield always seems to be scattered with paper
From photo's of loved ones
And letters pulled from khaki pockets
In their last agonies
Was it comfort they sought? or desperation.
When the soldier is young, invincibility
Reigns amongst youth.

And after the battle appear the looters
Ripping pockets and packs, discarding treasures
From the twisted and wide eyed
Children of the day
We have learnt nothing about war except
The tradgedy, tears and unconsoluble hurt.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Scarlett Treat 14 September 2006

The tragedy of war - is that there is always war! WWI, WWII, Korea, 'Nam, Desert Storm, and now this one...what comes next? Total wipeout? ? ? And the pain and aguish, death and sorrow never changes, either, and people don't learn.

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Duncan Wyllie 14 September 2006

To put an end to war first we must start with choosing our words carefully Thankyou for this Love duncan X

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