For an economy of war
you left the poetic fields
of Slane.
Pathways lovingly strolled
library lovingly read
Castle visit admired.
Loosed grip on quill
hard rifled grip
a travesty switch #war
Derailed ambition.
Among blood sludge of young
ambition hollowed out
life aborted.
Moving maps the generals played
young lives lost.
games #borders and boundaries
the young in need.
We shall remember them.
Repeat too, remembering and repeating and
working through.
Dear Christ, your crucifixion
on another hill, your passion
and blood.
Eloi. Eloi, Lama Sabachtini.
We sue for peace
we network for arms,
Francis Ledwidge
We remember
A hundred years on.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Such a nice poem, Bernard K. Read my poem, Love and L u s t. Thanks.