Some Choose Not To Think Much
Some choose not to think much
And this is understood, to watch the news unfold
It is different for us all as we absorb the flickering images
But for those of us that have breathed the air
Smelt the tang, the dust, the blood
The images on TV mean so much more
Sad can be said of the moments when people
For freedom fight, for democracy choose, regardless of win, or lose
I admire these people, men or women who find the strength
I have done such also, right or wrong, as have many, a common cause
For me, us, the brotherhood, sisterhood, there is a common bond
A personal undeclared relationship unbroken, understood
And now to sit in a safe land, gazing at a peaceful lake, geese, swans, such a surreal paradox
Even so a sliver from my heart is there, I wish my body too, but I am too old to join them
And so too late for me, I have had my time, my voice, my actions,
And so now, day by day I watch the war unfold day by long day
Always linked by my former life, my former determination
Saddened by the requirement of others needed again to fight
My feelings, my soul by proxy it seems still connected
One day will it end?
So, I sit, watch, reflect, wish, hope, hold my loved one
Challenges me to see reason, to win over the futility, the stupidity
Of the unrequited war in Ukraine.
Copyright © Graham Bentley | Year Posted 2022
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