Threnody on War and Peace
The bees are resting at their ease;
land strikes a truce with the seas.
Peace is breaking out all over
from Kabul to Tripoli to Dover:
all young soldiers will shortly
be clothed in red leaves.
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Stark in the spotlight
of a M4 carbine,
she wails, reaches out
with wet hands.
Blood spots bloom
like the scarlet
flowers on her dress.
*****
We await some new vaccine
against war, apply
ineffective salve
cover with a band aid
pray for some end
to unending conflict.
Christopher T. George
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