World At War Poem by Gary Fellows

That haunting music rings out
Grips my eyes to that haunted face
Suspended animation of morphed reality
Of that disturbed face’s eyes
That witnessed appalling deeds

Despicable charters infused despair
Abhorrent blood-stained truth
A captured face, frozen in celluloid
For all to see who choose to
And ponder and try to understand

That image that tells a story
And asks those poignant questions
That why, that how, that who
That why, that why, that why
Questions never to be answered

That tattered face, those sad eyes
That poor, almost surreal boy
Naught but some irrelevant animal
For another contract slaughter
De-humanised, humiliated, marginalised

Poor boy did you die
A lonely death’s release
Or did you live to tell the tale
Or die some time ago, when
Your innocence was taken away

Now stood there exposed
To the camera’s aperture
All alone in this remnant of life
A hard image bookmark
To a sick page in history

You stare at me now
And ask me why, how and who
As Carl Davies holds us to cogitate
You boy of the past
You boy at war, that world at war
That war that never ended

Written 16/01/2009
About the TV program 'World At War'