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Poem on War
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World War One |
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Memories of World War Two |
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by A. E. Bensley
I dreamed a dream in which I saw Things I had never seen before Technology had advanced so far That man could journey to a star A cure to beat the common cold And how to stop us growing old Aids and cancer gone forever We even could control the weather One flaw in all of this I found. Politics and religion had no common ground. It seemed as if there was no plan To cure mans inhumanity to man.
When I was young in forty four I saw the futile course of war. There are no winners. Each nation’s leaders tend to act As if they were beginners We watched them then, we watch then now Each one intent on finding how Too increase wealth beyond their dreams. But do we benefit from their schemes?
On looking back across the years, A lake could not contain the tears. Of hopes and aspirations lost A nation’s youth must bear the cost. Like pawns upon the game of life. But still they come to bring each country strife. Why don’t they look at what has gone before? The paths of nation’s schemes So often sadly lead to war |
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© Copyright A. E. Bensley |
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