A Brief History Of War

Some will recount from times before

That any countries wanting war

Sent soldiers to some other place

Engaging armies, face to face

 

Soon warships harried other fleets

And blasted forts on far flung seas

Then planes dealt death from out the blue

To faceless foes; and innocents too

 

Now leaders posture with sabres rattling

Distant missiles to do their battling

Madness called war; a button-press away

If inflated egos hold their sway

Stop the Deaths

It has to stop; it serves no end

Except to fuel a relentless trend

Religious difference, sectarian strife

Cannot justify taking life

 

We are all people, making our way

Our differences don’t give cause to slay

Calm hot tempers, counsel care

Terrorism leads nowhere.

The UK General Election

A cross put on a paper

Seems simple in a way

Amazing, then, that this small act

Empowers each to have a say

 

The outcome isn’t as I’d hoped for

I’m quite worried by the result

But I can accept the majority view

That’s what it means to be adult

 

Some people see it differently

Wanting to impose a new regime

Cars, bombs and knives as weapons

Murdering to achieve their dream

 

Let them not take away our rights

Hold our laws and freedoms dear

They must not win by violence

We will not live in fear

 

If society is built on values

With some common moral code

Life and liberty are the bedrock

And democracy the road

A Fundamental Truth

 

dark sky

We knew it was to happen

Somewhere within a crowd

More terror visited uselessly

To try to make us cowed

 

The carnage and the mayhem

The tragic loss of life

This time a home-made IED

Last time a car and knife

 

What sort of mind can plan this

How mad must someone be

To be a bomb, a murderer

A lunatic running free

 

This cause cannot be justified

Though perhaps I waste my breath

There is no place in paradise

Secured through others’ death

 

 

 

 

Budapest’s House of Terror

A corner building, grey and stark

Casts terror in its shadow

And evil’s chill lingers still

From times, not long ago

 

Ghastly crimes committed here

Repelling, but so real

With torture’s sound, below ground

To bring people under heel

You’re Damned If You Do….

dscf0602Poor old Tommy on that foreign street

Armed to the teeth, like some he’ll meet

How does he tell public from foe

The courts back in England say he should know

 

It’s the generals’ job to decide how and when

To train and deploy their brave fighting men

But when it goes wrong, poor Tommy’s to blame

Not those who sent him to fight in their name.

No Hope

dscf1126Through holocaust and atom bomb yield

Cruelty and war, human nature revealed

Barbaric behaviour must surely cease

And people strive to live in peace

 

If mortal man holds life too cheap

By his own hand sad fate he’ll reap

Squandering life and every resource

No way found to a better course

 

The sun cares not for the human plight

It marks each day with its warming light

To our demise all assistance we lend

Our fragile existence we hasten to end..