John Lusardi Poet Political Verse

The Hidden Corners of War

A DETOUR TO YPRES, (on returning from a holiday in France 2013)

WHAT A WASTE
A DIM TARRY SUN CLOSES, THE ERRODED SCRAGGY DAY,
IN HIDDEN CORNERS OF SOURED BOGS BROKEN MEN, AND MEMORIES SIT
MY DREAM WANDERS MONO-CHROME OUT OF THE LONG WIRED NIGHT
TAINTED IN FILTH, SEPERATED BY, TWO HUNDRED YARDS OF A DEATH GARDEN;
BEHIND MY CLOSED EYES, LAYED OUT IN WAVES OF LAST BREATHS
COME VISITS FROM YOU, AND THOSE LOST WORDS, I WISH I HAD SAID!
COUGHING ORERS LEAD US TO THE MORNING, PINS, RIBBONS, BRASS STARS
FOR THE DEAD, BEYOND THE SHARPENED LEAD AND SULPHUR;
WITH BACKWARD STEPS WE SEE WHERE WE HAD STOOD
WE FELL, BUT THE PAIN WAS MANY MILES TO THE WEST
THEY ALL FORGOT, THEY ALL NEVER SAW, BUT! THEY KNOW,
THEY PROCLAIM PEACE! MANY POPPYS, BUT JUST BRING MORE WAR.

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Beata Agustin December 25, 2023 at 2:45 AM Thanks for sharing this... exposing your thoughts through your unique poetic style. Meanwhile, I greet you with the love of the Lord, expressed by John 3:16 of the Bible, "For God so loved the world, that he gave his only begotten Son, that whosoever believeth in him should not perish, but have everlasting life." Be blessed. John Lusardi December 25, 2023 at 4:28 AM Thank you Beata, much appreciated