War - Ww1 - The Pristine Summer Of 1914 Poem by Paul Warren

They say the summer of 1914 was pristine
As the youth of the world danced in the sun's glean
There were new inventions to take flight
With automobiles taken to the roads just right

There was no need for regret or grief in the world's spell
Not many could see the storm gathering for peace to expel
A World War's fury that would engulf civilisation in hell's fury
But why would we think of this with no need for a world jury

Then after an assassination caused countries to mobilise
With great armies gathering with their leaders hypnotised
When ambitious men decide to have their way in this world
And for four long years with millions dead a vicious war was held

So what do we make of all this in these modern times
Are we any different in this world of political rhymes
Just because people will take a stand thinking they have god's will
In the end all you have is grief and suffering in a very bitter pill.

© Paul Warren Poetry