Where is...?
(A short poem on conflict)
The field is torn and so am I.
Agony littered the landscape but I could not see it.
The rain touched my face but I could not feel it.
A call to charge, so long past.
Where is our courage?
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A battlefield with family,
The camaraderie runs deep.
A blood so thick it is truly shared.
Now the grass shares it too.
Where is our hope?
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A fail-safe plan met an infallible resistance.
Relinquish from this agony is naught but a dream.
The guns and bombs cease to stop.
Abandoned and alone,
Where is our leader?
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Now our fight is over…
Where is our victory?
Where is my sight?
Where is my brother?
Where is the justice?
About the Creator
Euan Brennan
UK-based. Reader, writer, gamer, idiot. I love creating stories. Working on some long fiction.
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Comments (3)
Weird. Thought I had read this and commented. Know I read this. Powerful stuff. I am not sure why you wouldn't want this to go in the book, because it's a great piece. Sad and impactful, heartfelt and poignant, but important. Thank you for putting it forward!
Well-wrought! When we fight fire with fire, we burn everything down. A lesson too often unlearned, friend, but we must always allow hope for peace to inform our heart.
We all hope every day for peace and justice.