Platitudes,
We are full of them.
The attempt to comfort
A loss too great to bear.
The attempt to justify
Actions unjustifiable,
Memories unbearable,
Pain unceasing.
Words unspoken
Which might have changed
The way things are
Hover in the air.
It's all terrible: the loss
Human sacrifice, suffering,
Sadness. And the Masters of War
keep their secret counsel.
2 comments:
Thanks Brian. My attempt at poetry mainly because I was feeling quite sad after seeing the video I ended up posting on my other blog, "Women of a Certain Age". It just got to me but I didn't want to post another video so...I scribbled my sadness.
ugh...i honor the soldiers today....its the masters of war i worry more about and the continued loss of life...def not one to pat ourselves on the back for death you know...nice reflections ma'am...
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