(August 4th,1926 / New York City)

War

So many wars throughout the ages
So many of us have perished
Must man war to vent his rages?
Is killing what is cherished?

Our history of waging war
This curse we’ve run afoul of
Is so ingrained in human lore
And nothing to be proud of

War’s an aberration
A blight on all humanity
A true abomination
Derived from man’s insanity

War wreaks pain and sorrow
As it takes it’s deadly toll
Can’t we on the morrow
Stop this slaughter of man’s soul?

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A very meaningful poem Stanley, flows beautifully and hold the attention very well indeed. You've got some really great words in it. Nice one. Love Ernestine XXX