I’m a little late posting this page but somehow I overlooked a letter I sent in that was printed. How did I manage that?
Actually, I sent a poem, in response to another poem that praised the troops. The paper printed it as a letter. Here’s the link:
Here’s the letter I was responding to:
Here’s how the poem should have been:
Let us consider the victims of war,
whose lives we never see on a far distant shore.
The children, the women, who did us no harm,
now dead, now maimed, now missing an arm.
How easy to dance in the victory street
when we in our arrogance never these victims meet.
How proud you may be of a brave victor’s gain.
How callous and cold not to care for the victim’s pain.
Is killing, destruction the best we can do
to teach the whole world what we believe to be true?
Is the Lord and his angels so thrilled at their death?
Is he taking their soul when they breathe their last breath?
Ashamed, and not proud, is the way we should feel,
for trampling the world beneath our self-righteous heel.
The victors of war bloody proud they may be
while their victims, now dead, will not ever be free.
