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,
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
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.