Peace On Earth Poem by Damian Cranney

In a corner of France is a gravestone,
A soldier unknown, is the honorary shown,
It represents all of the fallen brave,
Who fell like skittles, in that stark enclave.

The Victoria cross, the Crois De Guerre,
The Iron Cross, and the Lenin Bear,
Symbols awarded in the absurdity of war,
To encourage and nurture an espri du Corps.

The dead who lie in long straight rows,
Are indifferent now to the rhetoric and prose,
Urged to fight others who where just like them,
Only to end up as anonymous dead men.

Why is our future in the hands of a few,
Who Ignore the lessons of the historical view,
Power in their hands will cause chaos and rupture,
Building the blocks that will destroy all our future.

The world stage is full, of Leaders acting macho,
Strutting the boards like mannequins in panto,
They play with the lives of the peoples of this planet,
Peace should be their aim, if only they would plan it!