I’ll Never Go to War

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I am a 44
-year-old woman
with a family and
a mortgage and
10-year-old Honda Pilot.

I will never fly over
the enemy or shoot a
gun or find myself in
a foxhole next to a dead
friend. I will never smell
the burning bodies
of the innocent children
of a foreign land.

I will never hear the
(I don’t know what I’ve been told…)
marching songs of men
and women willing
to flex their brave
for freedom. Not a one.

But I’ve got a son.

And a daughter.
And the brutal slaughter
of so many will pierce my
heart until it cries, and have me
praying for peace

until war
or I
die.

 

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Prompted by Poetic Asides.

 

 

 

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6 Responses to I’ll Never Go to War

  1. billgncs says:

    That’s a good poem, but evil exists – and sometimes I wonder who stands against it.

  2. Amen.
    “willing / to flex their brave / for freedom” – I love the way this is put – so true and I think we often forget that this is how our freedom even exists. I have so much respect.
    And yet war always sucks.

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