Coming Home

Coming home from war is a strange experience. All your friends are gone, Even though they are very much alive. They just seem like strangers now, Staying home and raising kids, Tending to the really important things in life. You find yourself a stranger in their midst. They don't know the fear, That pushed you into battle, Or what it's like to take a human life, Or know the look in a man's eyes, When he draws his last breath. They didn't miss a thing you tell them. And you really mean it. War teaches nothing really worth knowing. Or we would stop war for keeps, To stay home and raise kids, And teach them something, That really will last forever, And not just seem like it. Loving others and living life in peace.

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Wilfredo Derequito

Date: 12/3/2009 6:16:00 AM

This work really touches me, one line really struck: "War teaches nothing really worth knowing". Such a simple line but so very true. Because if war's folly had taught humankind anything, then who in his right mind would wage more of it? Who would freely lose his limbs and lives to cannon fires, bombs or missiles if he learned anything at all? No one! But man despite his brain is a funny creature, he keeps coming back for more when he knows only pain and death await. Astute work you have here.