"War"

I hear the song the blackbirds sing,

The rush of mountain waters, tis Spring;

The corn lifts its ears, without a sound,

Church bells ring all around.

 The doormouse flits in an out,

A little squeak, he cannot shout;

A boy, a flash, and then a scream,

Is this the End, or just a dream.

Darkness fell in mirky cloud,

"It's only midday," said the voice out loud;

On my God, what has gone wrong,

Why is the burn and the hurt so strong.

In the distance, yet another boom,

I glanced around, I saw the gloom;

Mummy! Mummy!, came the child's scream,

Mummy had gone and could not dream.

My heart is pained, but I recall,

The forest, these trees, once so tall;

Burning timbers still remain,

No more Life in wooden veins.

Puffing, Panting, breathing smoke,

I try to breathe, don't want to choke;

How I wish I could scream,

Just to wake, make this a dream.

My Brothers and Sisters, are they near,

Their Future is my greatest fear;

For myself, I am not so sad,

In this World, so big, so bad.

The so-called super powers of late,

They've disagreed and sealed our fate;

Wait! That sound, I heard a scream,

I am awake, it was a dream.

~ Eddie Barber

 

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U.K. 

~ Beannaichte'

 

26 February, 2022

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