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FOG OF WAR
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Abe Senior Member
since 2003-05-28
Posts 694Looks like Vero Beach, FL until the end! 
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THE FOG OF WAR He marches in rhythmic step Across a Country border With his pack and weapon slung In precise Military order. He knows not why, he goes there He is just doing as he is told Following his mounted General Who looks so proud and brave and bold. The General knows not why he goes But once given the Command From those Politicians back at Home He’ll march his Troops across the Land. They would search out others of their ilk Sometimes they will come face to face With the same from “the other side” Who wish them moved from that space. The politicians would talk and debate Though they knew not, of what they spoke But they could say, “Well, we tried!” Although all knew, that was a joke! There might be something “over there” That the opposite side thinks it needs Maybe sometimes, land or riches Or fear or merely, hatred’s bitter seeds. The leaders of those Nations Will say, “Peaceful options are all gone!” And each one will point their finger And blame it all on the other one. But the Generals and their Soldiers Who really don’t hate “the enemy” Stand nose to nose and toes to toes With weapons held, at the ready. If no one blinks or turns away Or says, “Let’s try to make things work.” Then the awful truth about Mankind Will most surely show its deadly quirk. And through the smoke from the battle And above the screams of fear and pain The sounds of the Soldier’s cadence Is heard through the fog of War, again. And then Parents will be grieving Spouses will weep through the night Politicians pat the children’s heads And say, “Oh yes, this War is right!” Then, eventually the fog will clear And all might seem right and well But too soon it will roll in, once more To shroud us in our own man made hell. There never seems to be a shortage Of those Brave, young Souls Who will put their Life on the line For their Country’s or leader’s goals. And the “Old Soldiers” “fade” away Their heads held proud and high To that place where all Heroes go Somewhere there, up in the sky. 6-22-2006 Del "Abe" Jones Mankind's greatest accomplishment is not the revolution of technology, it is the evolution of creativity. [This message has been edited by Abe (06-25-2006 04:32 PM).] |
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Margherita Member Seraphic
since 2003-02-08
Posts 22236Eternity |
"Man made hell", yes! I appreciate your considerations and this is a very good poem, that makes us ponder. Love, margherita |
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JL Member Ascendant
since 2004-04-01
Posts 6128Texas, USA |
"THE FOG OF WAR" Nice write Abe. JL  Thomas, because thou hast seen me, thou hast believed: |
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jody5 Senior Member
since 2005-12-21
Posts 876California, U.S.A. |
Abe, I am a vet so I appreciate your poem. It was a 10. Huggs Kimberly |
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Margherita Member Seraphic
since 2003-02-08
Posts 22236Eternity |
quote: Just so, dear Abe. We are left wondering how long it will take to see the absurdity of it. Those brave young souls why do they march in the wrong direction? Love, Margherita |
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