Friendship and Wars

Friendship and wars The generation of today thing they live in a perilous time I was born before the World War 2 when millions of civilians were killed and often we went hungry to bed. Time is always bad there are interludes we remember with fondness but often they are imagined All we can do is to keep the peace as long as possible. I remember the face of the dead child when American troops invaded Bagdad, for the record it has been invaded and ransacked before it is only history repeating itself and it is a laugh when the guilty say they are sorry for what they did the boy will not be older only his mother remembers him and the war had the best western intention. But the white face of the dead boy haunts me like my own death as the evening draws near I pretend of being the exception. My best friend Tom was gay and how we laughed and in his company I was safe, mind he told me to shut up when I got too morbid, he had the sunshine in his soul while I bore grudges He was a jobbing actor cancer stole him from me it was a sad day this Algarvian soil so dry and grey before the rain.