not war!

I won’t write about war

I won’t write about killing and fears

I won’t tell about anguish and screaming

about losses and tears

march onward somewhere

carry guns, ammunition

a fork and grenades

a rope and a torch and a blade

for the soldier on foot

and

I will not write to say...

that it’s all for the good...

and

boots leaving prints in the sand...

proof we were here on new earth,

foreign land...

and

my comrade falls at my side

reaching up to my hand

there’s nowhere to hide

I have to go on

the war machine’s son

I just meet his eyes

and the light therein dies

...must walk on with the others

and cover the ground

because I am bound

to kill sons of mothers

I’ll come back for you

for my friend so true

but

march with the living

revenge in my heart

I’ll get even for you....

I won’t talk about anguish and screaming

I won’t write about killing and war

but

I will write about love, about peace and the hope in us all,

I will tell about the setting sun and the moon rising as I hear the distant lapping of the waves, gentle rustling of the leaves of spring and an owl calling...a chill in the air, about morning dew and a mist caressing the meadow, I will write about your sweet song as you rock the cradle I had built...

...rock-a-bye baby...

...rock-a-bye baby...

...in the tree top...owl calling...rustling leaves...moon rising...ocean roaring...

and

a rocket screams overhead....

...I cannot come for you my friend...

...I too am down...

...my blood is spilt...

...rock-a-bye baby...