Kinship

© 2010 (Jim Sularz) Caught a kinship from Ellis Island, sailed to craggy shores across the pond. Burnished bayonets shimmered in a bright warm sun, on a Western Front by dawn. Surging waves of men in full retreat, pungent death was everywhere. Screams from sweet smelling poison gas, were mere whispers, through burning tears. The War to end all Wars came to an end, but the end, would never really come. While the hearts and souls of military men, were made of tanks, battleships, and bigger guns. A kinship sailed from isle and sea, to Lady Liberty’s beckoning shores. But Versailles, punished the innocent with a bitter price, sowing seething hatred, a blinding fear, - a World at War, once more and near.