Remembrance

I can remember the killing,
the slaughter of many humans,
seems like a game we played.

To pass go we must injure kill,
we must do this many times,
for only cowards end up in jail.

I remember the work of men,
the years of craft and labour,
broken, ruined, undone by us.

Game of risk, country damaged,
prisoners taken, pride injured,
its reputation now destroyed.

I can remember the body bags,
the screams, sounds of dying;
comrades dead and injured.

Families left distraught, grieving,
little girls, little boys, no father,
wife broken, the distress of loss.

But I cannot remember the why,
see the reason for good men to
murder, like men of other nations.

Innocence should die, but it does
not happen, for in war camouflage,
and ignorance obscure the truth.


Bob Blackwell
11-11-11

Every year we remember but wars continue. Why!

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Munia Khan
The dark shades within this great piece of poetry seem to bring us to experience the light! So much enjoyed this strong write Bob.
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mamta agarwal
lessns from history are not learnt, hence wars which are first born in the minds f humn beings. A very touching poem on futility of war and loss of people in their prime. Some dates compel us on reflection. Your angst, pain and dillemma comes across and leaves one thinking.
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robyn selters
Important perspective hightlighted even more in your closing lines... how very true that long after the pain of war still has not left... the reasons for killing humans who live elsewhere seems less convincing
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Ben Gieske
This is happening all the time and we cannot forget. But, your words ring true.
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T A Ramesh
Waring nature of man has not died yet! Man has to become human but not animal or divine first! Let love rule all!
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Frank James Ryan Jr./FjR
Veterans Day...A Day of Reflection, Rrespect and Thanks for every young man and woman who sacrificed their youth so that we could hopefully see our senior years. Eloquent and moving write, Bob.... ~FjR~
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Kesav V Easwaran
Ego plays upon individuals as well as upon nations. What is a nation after all? It is an entity of a group of humans possessing unified, blown up egos- true or false. Here, a veteran soldier speaks from heart. Let us listen to his words. Recommended for a read
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Sandra Martyres
"Innocence should die, but it does not happen, for in war camouflage, and ignorance obscure the truth" A very thought provoking closing to a profound write...great poetry as usual Bob.
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