War mongers and politicians never learn
Claiming war the answer for freedom and choice
Without regard to those who must pay in blood
Military lives cut short, remembered by poppies.
War is hell on earth, mass killing of the innocent
Bombing of cities, countries invaded, homes destroyed
Civilians abused, raped, starving in misery, dying
Widows, orphans, and thousands of displaced persons
Subjected to the tranny of conquering armies.
When war ends there remains mass military graves
Row upon row of white crosses dotting foreign fields
Marking where young lives brutally ended and were buried.
There is no glory in war only destruction and death
With hearts and minds broken for those who survive.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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War must be abhorred in all its forms. A profound poem well narrated.