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Friday, November 11, 2011
Eleventy One
Remembrance of lives unlived
Sacrificed to
Dark men in deluxe rooms
Far from battlefields
Of blood and guts
Scattered amongst the rats.
Too young to know of
Puppeteers and propaganda
And profiteering war machines
And masters of the universe.
Yes, I weep.
But not for words like
Bravery, sacrifice and courage.
I weep for their terror
And the evil of men's ways.
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Thinking about it gives me the shivers.
ReplyDeleteThe photo of WWI is especially horrific to illustrate this.
ReplyDeleteThe very word War should fill us with such utter horror and revulsion that we do everything in our power to prevent it. Unfortunately too many people have come to see war as a necessary part of human existence.
ReplyDeleteHear, hear. The world wars should have been a wake-up call to humanity. Instead, they made the nightmare seem more normal, open to exploitation for ever grubbier ends.
ReplyDeleteMe, too, WWW, me, too. You've said so succinctly what I have always thought about war. There is something very wrong with our thinking when we extoll the necessity of such actions as war requires.
ReplyDeleteMe, too.
ReplyDeletesitting here in my comfortable security I an very glad and grateful that my parents generation decided to fight rather than live on their knees in front of one of the most brutal and murderous regimes in the sorry catalogue of mankind's history.
ReplyDelete111 took me her, no by accident...So I believe is correct his illustration, is part of what we became. If you want to make sense of this incoherence then pay attention to your surroundings because the "Truth to be a Lie Undiscovered".
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