Separated By Hate

Poem By Claire Chambers

1914-Side by Side
Armed for battle
Ready to die
Separated by hate
From my enemy
An ordinary man
Just like me

We might have even been friends
If we had met somewhere
Away from here
Instead we must fight
In this futile war
Which costs us all we hold dear

We might have sat and told a tale
And talked of ordinary things
We might have drank a beer or two
Who knows what friendship brings?

But here we are on the battlefield
Two men on opposite sides
On the surface, different as we could be
But underneath, just the same
Could we have been friends
If things were different?
It could have been so-
We will never know

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