War

He followed an unlucky star
When he went off to fight a war
And died on foreign shores, quite far,
Torn up for country, god and apple pie,
But never understood the reason why,
For platitudes he gave his life,
A medal for his children and his wife.

All this did happen long ago,
Forgotten is the hero's glow,
Old enemies are now
The best of friends,
And this is how my story ends...

Alfred Charasz
Copyright 2006 Alfred Charasz