by | Apr 24, 2009 | Poetry | 0 comments

Sunlight danced on watery rocks,
Waves caressed the bay,
The seagulls circled overhead,
Seeing off the day,

Mans’ mistakes have scarred the eyes,
Of all who came to see,
Disaster had befell this land,
That was plain to see,

The remnants of that bloodshed,
Lay strewn across the coast,
Many fathers and countless sons,
Lay dead whilst nations boast,

The leaders call this VICTORY,
A fine nations’ achievement,
But stop to think throughout your pride,
Of other nations’ bereavement,

Those Families are left battered,
Broke beyond repair,
As the dead lay silent, on this bay,
Winning nations never care.


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