A Small War
A small war
At the outskirt of Europe a war
has broken out in countries where everyone drives Lada
mothers interviewed are proud of their sons
defending their land.
Should one son die, a big picture will appear in the living room
neigbours invited to coffee and cakes
his proud mother will tell what a good boy he was
and he died with honour.
I suppose in Nazi Germany, mothers said the same
until there were no sons left.
There will be peace, and everyone will claim victory
life will go on among the semi-literary people
who are doomed to live among high mountains and not learning
from past mistakes
Copyright © Jan Oskar Hansen | Year Posted 2020
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