You'd thought they learnt by past mistakes
How many lives that it must take
To learn where youth and laughter go
To fight in war for one last show
To give them all democracy
And help them live like you and me?
But obviously they do not see
the broken limbs and body bags
and coffins draped in national flags
The ruined lives and distraught wives
Who cry as solemn processions pass them by?
They where youth not long ago but now they lay where flowers grow
And we shall morn for a short while and see their picture with fixed smile
And then forget as we all do until it affects me or you!
Very true, very intense and the flow works very well, I enjoyed this poem very much thanks for sharing it Michael
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I would like to translate this poem
My friend! Your poems are not quite a joy, don't bring a smile, but always what they say sticks to the brain for many days! Your poems are ringing bells showing the wrongs and asking for a gathering of thoughts to search how we can change the wrongs in rights..I can learn a lot from you.. ..and some important thing, I think: ..I do agree with every written word of yours. Thank you!