THE SPOILS OF WAR

And the troops go marching proudly by as she wipes a tear from her weary eyes. For the one that she seeks, she will never again hold, for he died at his post; he was thirty years old.   The colours fly high on a cool autumn breeze as man and boy march with well…

WHY?

I see a future of war and evil intent, poverty, famine and dark discontent.   A world descended into desolate gloom, all joy and laughter ushered out of the room.   I see helpless children on war-torn streets, tattered; just rags, standing cold, in bare feet.   Shattered, bedraggled a fearful frieze, like leaves of…

THE FUTILITY OF WAR

Death; the dealer of the final deck of life. No hidden agendas, just a cold slate to wipe.   With hand and sword or rock and stone, with shaft sailing deadly through grey skies, alone.   The smarter the weapon, the reaper delights at a fulsome harvest of terror and cries.   They split the…

BATTLE CRIES

The hopeless eyes and tear stained horror of a fragile, far-away gaze. Where once, a sweet and happy child dwelt, till the innocence of life was erased. The tears have dried up, cried out with the pain on battered beseeching hands. Just sitting, bereft, in the remains of a life; in the dust of desolate…

BLINK

A family gathering, a party so bright, revellers dancing well into the night. Everyone filled with joyful mirth, role models all; the salt of the earth. Lost in their laughter with a roof to raise, failing to see the mans cold vacant gaze. Music and singing, they don’t see their guest as his face gives…

THE FEATHER ON THE TRIGGER

It’s just a way of life said the man with the gun, you win it or you lose it and when all is said and done. But the odds and the favour can be tipped from over here by a warm winning smile from a boy with no fear. They say that respect is a…

THREE WISE MONKEYS

If you close your eyes to the world outside, will the fighting suddenly cease? Will brother and sister hold hands together and build a new life of peace? Does a person, born blind, not hear the teeth grind as disaster, from greed, is grown? That because he can’t see, thinks we are all living free…

WHY..?

I see a future of war and evil intent, poverty, famine and dark discontent. A world descended into desolate gloom, all joy and laughter ushered out of the room. I see helpless children on war-torn streets, tattered; just rags, standing cold, in bare feet. Shattered, bedraggled a fearful frieze, like leaves of loss blown about…

THE SPOILS OF WAR. (Read by Alan S Johnson)

And the troops go marching proudly by as she wipes a tear from her weary eyes, the one that she seeks, she will never again hold for he died at his post; he was thirty years old.   The colours fly high on a cool autumn breeze as man and boy march with well practiced…