So Many Bomb Blasts (Hour Sixteen)

War ground to a halt.

It was a bloody war.

And seemed like it would never end.

Too much ammunition.

Too much at stake.


But peace was declared,

Armies disbanded.

There are tremors of the old conflict

In the minds of old men

Who can’t forget what was normal in youth.


All others, though, have adapted

To amity,

To goodwill.

The children of today’s children

Will read in dusty books

Of warfare, of sides drawn,

And it won’t make sense

That this was ever so.

Grass and new forest will cover

The deep scars in the earth

Made by so many bomb blasts.

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