How many sing, nostalgically now
Those popular war-time songs?
Remembering the horrors, as unknown
Numbers, no matter how young
Were setting out finally, leaving behind
Sobbing sweethearts and swollen-eyed wives
To travel to terror in unknown lands
And offer the best of their unblemished lives.
Sometimes to suffer and end their short days
In bloody dark ditch, muddied black
By other young innocent blood, fazed
Beyond sense, did they know they wouldn't come back?
Will nobody ever outlaw the wars
That crucify truth, as misunderstood
Freedom? God only knows
How many false hopes courageous souls
Watched smashed, as they hummed the songs
About meeting again, such as those
They had learned just a little before
The beginning of hell that was now called war.
Read this through more than once and I find it very emotive. The futility of war is a common theme behind some of the pieces written by Tony and I and I always find this subject to be one that makes one stop, think and shake ones head in horror at mans' apparently boundless inhumanity. Very poignant, Fay.
we have not been blessed with peace as Andrew said, the killing and dying has never stopped. a great piece Fay, we must never forget the fallen.10+ from Tom
We've been blessed, since those dark days with a hard won peace in europe... Andrew 10
Hi Fay. Never before have so many.......and you sum up the feeling of so many very well indeed. Thanks for another great read 10..10..10 Regards Dave T
I know exactly what you are saying here Fay, the phrase 'lest we forget; springs to mind, Vera Lynn was in the right place at the right time, as was Winston Churchill, excellent poem as always, 10 Lynda xx
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
'We'll meet again, don't know where, don't know when... but I know we'll meet again some sunny day...... ' 10 to you Fay xx