WAR

FIRST WORLD WAR
Grandfather in battle of Verdun,
Six hundred thousand - dead,
Trenches stacked with bodies,
Poppies grow in blood-soaked fields.
SECOND WORLD WAR
Father on Omaha Beach, Normandy,
Bodies floating in the surf,
Colored with blood and oil,
Thousands buried in Normandy's soil,
Burned wrecks on the beach till today.
KOREAN WAR
Son fought on the icy slopes of Korea,
Killed - one amongst thousands
While taking a long forgotten hill.
IRAQI WAR
His son lost both legs near Baghdad,
Rest of his crew turned into ashes
When their tank hit a mine.

The next generations waiting for
Their turn in the perpetual slaughter,
Who through the ages suffer and die
And never know the reason WHY?

Alfred Charasz
Copyright 2006 Alfred Charasz