Border guards
What the soldiers are expected to perform?
On the field and off the field to inform
About their personal attitude towards enemy soldiers
And to maintain human values as guard on borders
There is real feeling of brotherhood when prevails calm
Regular visit to their bunkers in peace time without any harm
Exchange of greetings on festival days and respect for family members
Sweet memory, grief, burden or welfare to remember
When hostility is likely to resume or danger bell sounds
There is concern when skirmishes are shadowing with firing of rounds
No one knows who will hit and face the casualty
Peace atmosphere is broken with the arrival of hostility
Many countries have faced volatile borders
The peace accord is broken as if for the benefit of traders
New weaponry is to be tested on the battle field
Who is bothered about gain or loss or territories held?
New round of peace talks and firing still on
How the soldiers can rejoice when their bodies are torn?
Daily there is loss of some lives as if they are heard of ships
Bodies may return home for families at home to weep
When country is really at war, the war cry is heard
The countless losses along with human lives is feared
Many children may turn orphans as war may be raged
The situation there after may not be successfully managed
The scenario is so hysterically up sided that soldiers turn fierce enemies
Men in uniforms put hand ready on triggers as ordered by the armies
The blood is rushed to their eyes to finish each others with revenge
The national interest comes to their mind and consciously up to avenge
Who knows how many bodies lay scattered in the battle field?
Even though the scene is different as latest weapons are used
Still the draggers and bayonets are used to score over adversary
There may be many occasions to celebrate it as triumph anniversary
What is value of life in the minds of uniform men?
Are they totally indifferent to their brethren and other humans?
Do they really feel joy when dragger is pierced through body?
Does he really think that it can be him one day or any body?
The triumph echo may die soon and peace may prevail again?
The loss on both the sides may be forgotten with piece of land regained
The bodies may be exchanged with full guard of honor
The fallen guards may be considered as martyrs and nation’s saviors
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War Destruction
Have you ever counted dead in battle field?
Rifles in hand and ground firmly held
Not given an inch of the holy mother land
Laid down lives while defending at the at the far end
How much time it needs to sweat in peace time?
Countless hours spent just for planning sometimes
With only view in mind that it may bleed less
When time comes for actual war to face?
Wars are not liked but forced on to fight
It may be imposed whether you are wrong or right
Boarders are put on alert with lots of inconvenience
Mass exodus of people can be seen both the sides at once
Nobody may want hostile atmosphere
Peaceful countries always avoid and truly fear
Country’s progress can be taken several years back
So much loss, future and economy at stake!
Life comes to standstill with no sign of immediate peace
Countries at war are in no mood to please
Initial thrust is at capturing as much land as possible
Problem may start later on with grave trouble
War may be over with third party mediation
Leaving behind misery and lots of questions,
Human losses and material destruction
Where from to receive now fresh instructions?
Civilian population as well as fighting soldiers
No one is pleased to feel happy either
Life here or there valued same for the bereaved families
As no one was ever expecting to be enemies
Deep distrust and hostility in mind is brewing
Divide of boundaries and unrest is clearly showing
Yet it is ceasefire call and must be brought back to normal
Normalcy is limping back after resumption people’s arrival
There is much to think about and assess in depth
How many families might have cursed and wept?
Even thought it is holy task of defending motherland
But something must be done to build confidence and remain as friends
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Nigerian Biafran War
The Biafrans cry separate
Nigerians cry we are one
The Nigerians and Biafrans
in a royal rumble
For non would submit to humble
as non would come to agreement
so they decided to fumble
and settle themselves on the battle field
The Nigerian soldiers fully prepared
Biafran soldiers thought they were ready
the opposing soldiers were excited
on the day of thier first outing
The soldiers filled with joy
the men filled with hatred
the women filled with fear
and the children with innocence
A bomb blast is heard
the soldiers quack their guns
the men getting ready to attack
the women in absolute confussion
The youths pick up weapons
the children sheding out blood
the soldiers held unto thier triggers
as men fell like woods
The rich flying abroad
the poor into the bush
women and children trampled
while some died at the instance
The children cries are heard
the shout of the women aswell
the grumbling of the men
and the mummuring of the youths
Nigerian soldiers chant their war songs
as they return with Biafrans defeated
though they still cry separate
the echoes of oneness is louder
The bodies of the dead were gathered
and the injured too
non could bear to stand and stare
at the worst of scenes
Women and children cried out thier hearts
the men were left with shocks
as every one reaised that war means death
and the reign of peace brings life
poem by Micheal Udenyi
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Over Decades
No one has counted dead over decades
Yet it is compulsion to resume the trade
'It is life line and must' diplomats argue
'Peace is above all with trust' we too feel it is due
How long a shell will come and hit?
To the soldiers on border and greet
Take away life for humanity to curse
What else to do when it is needed for peace?
Many more may die in future
No one is certain about it or very much sure
Borders are silent but under illusory calm
One more spark and may cause greater harm
I shall weep for centuries along with new generations
Good sense may prevail and new era may start for good relation
Not a single soul must be lost and bodies be left as unaccounted
Great amount of efforts may be pure thrust and to be amounted
I am tired of this blood shed on my surface
How can I bless all when grief is seen on the face?
Forget about calm borders but situation within
At such alarming stages that it can hardly be called as freedom's win
Soldiers die on border, farmers' suicide on local front
Whose theory we believe, digest or simply confront?
Why poor suffer for the want of two square meals?
What are we all enjoying on the name of freedom deal?
My surface may remain red crimson with blood
Sometimes I may witness deaths due to flood
When will I have little respite from my lovely children?
Can any one say including sons of soil, saints or politicians even?
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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War and Peace
'There is in this world that eternal battle'
the General said
'between Good and Evil.
There can be no compromise;
each nation needs living space
and those who follow Evil
will not hesitate
to take yours
and that means,
some of the time,
War.
War is the ultimate expression
of Evil vs. Good
and inevitable.'
Peace spoke:
War is for those who profit from War
and every war ends in Peace
and diplomacy,
Why not skip the destruction and killing
save human lives
and go straight to the Peace?
Nation-State spoke:
Ah, you Peace forget War
is more than the interval between
the Peace
because War decides which people
will be free
and which people will be oppressed.
Peace you misunderstand;
soldiers fight to preserve their country-mens' lifestyles
their families
and those five dollar lattes.
Ah, indeed in War and Peace
someone wins
and someone loses' Nation-State said.
Peace spoke:
Well, Nation-State, that used to be true
but not anymore.
Nuclear holocaust has no winners,
only losers.
A radioactive planet
where no one can live
for a thousand years
is not victory
but massive defeat for everyone.
.
Nothing to celebrate.
You '
Peace said
to the General
'cannot fulfill your main mission
which is to protect the population.
The foe you fight can blow up
all of their nuclear weapons
and the fall out will drift and kill
the rest of us
without even an attack.
You soldiers have to learn new tricks.
You can't really protect us.
All that is gone. You have to retire that side-gun
and sit at the diplomat's table.
'Peace 'Peace said'
has come to depend upon successful social ecology
and restraining those who would have us kill ourselves
in order to preserve our lives.
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I Want to be a Soldier
I will be a soldier
Only when soldiers realize
They are not animals or
cattles
Only if soldiers can ask
'Why should I shoot that
innocent man? '
I would be a soldier
If soldiers can ask the
commander
'Why should we shoot at
the children? '
I would be a soldier
If soldiers know that
The red blood that runs
through their veins
Runs in the rest peopl's too.
I would be a soldier if
Soldiers know they aren't
what they ask them to be
When they know that
The Emperor will never ask
them to kill his children
I would be a soldier
When soldiers realize war
is inhuman
When soldiers know war
always starts war
When they know that
World peace can not be
reached through war
When United Nations can
ask themselves
Is war the only way to end
corruption in the globe?
When soldiers know the
distance between peace and
war.
When soldiers realize how
intoxicative the gun is.
When soldiers realize
that gun does not control
them, but they control it.
I would be a soldier only if
soldiers know
why Martin Luther King jnr.
was killed.
If they know Adolf Hitler
also tried to make peace
through war.
I would be a soldier
If they can tell me why they
are only trained to kill.
I would be a soldier if
soldier can say
NO TO BRUTE LEADERS.
I would be a soldier if
soldiers know
the difference between
death and birth.
I would be a soldier if they
can tell
Why they are weapons of
destruction?
If they can explain why they
killed at Vietnam?
Why they killed at Somalia?
Why Ghadafi was killed
without trial?
Why Abraham Lincoln was
shot
Why Ghandi was killed,
Why they dont care if they
die in war in the name of
peace.
I would be a soldier If soldiers know they have rights If soldiers know they need Freedom. I would be a soldier If the goverments around the world realize How wonderful the world would be If the money invests in atomic weapons can be spent To feed billions of children on the streets of India, Nigeria, Brazil, South Africa The United States and all the streets of the World. I would be a soldier when soldiers can fight for liberty And not for slavery When soldiers know that nobody should think for them When soldiers know they are humans not cattles, When they realize that nobody should tell them what to think and what to feel. If soldiers can be humans, I would be a soldier.
poem by Idris Adesina
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Open the fire
“Fire” the word came out as the order from commander
It was move to stall the advancement and halt the invaders
They were large in numbers and move was little expected
He soldiers moved in readiness as were attacked
They were all ordered to move within short notice
It was breach of trust and violation of peace
Truce was not respected for greed of more land
The fresh soldiers were inducted to defend motherland
What can be more holy task than to defend the nation?
Why no one cares for life when its integrity is in question?
Such is spirit of young soldiers in army to protect boundary line
To shed the life in the service of motherland is considered as divine
I remember having answered one question put to me
I shall offer complete life if at all need arises or be
“What will be your priority in defending the country as free”?
I shall volunteer for army service and not attempt to flee
This kind of feeling was apparent in every able body person
We can’t think of in any terms when there is certainly no reason
Each individual is duty bound to offer voluntary service
As country’s independence can’t be equated with any price
Wars are not only costly but invites lots of destruction
Men and materials are lost to thwart such insurrections
No one benefits out of such mad adventure
Country is loosing in all terms as threatened with future
Skirmishes on the boundary is regular and routine feature
Enemy troops may intrude in territory fir adventure
Sometimes it may be repulsed and sometimes may succeed
But overall precaution may be taken to keep the boundaries free
As we heard the shout from the commander
The position was immediately taken to make them surrender
We had well trenched position and were not aught off the guard
They were halted with heavy casualties and stopped form moving forward
The gamble did not pay off and met with failure
We had worked hard in peace time and wonderfully assured
Not a bird was allowed to enter our land or air space
We were all well prepared to halt any chase
We were given praise by our immediate and superior officers
As we were sole custodian of country’s holy borders
Anything wrong on our part was to be condemned and taken as national shame
Slight deviation from the duty was certain to invite the blame
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Cost of Freedom
The night was cold,
But with bodies hot and roaring to go,
The skies black, filled with smoke and, lit with fire works,
But not the ones you want to see.
The 20 year old man writes to his love on a hard rock,
Telling her everything is alright and it’s over,
Now he can come home in peace.
30 years ago today, Jake sat on that bolder,
Witting a letter to a women that would become his wife.
Sipping his coffee, the clock strikes 8 am,
He knows its November 10, Th
The day of too many.
They had gone to bed for the night,
In steel bunkers, fires put out, and blankets over their bodies,
Guards right out side, so they can sleep all night without a fright.
Waking them all from dreaming in warm beds,
Was one more show, one more fight,
The enemy fireworks took many lives that night,
And within the presents of dawn,
Came the digging of many unmarked friends graves,
The friends that fought side by side for all those months,
Those same soldiers that will never make it home in peace.
Timer went off to get the cookies out of the oven,
Jake smiles, wipes the tears away from his eyes,
And says “these are for you Brad, you my best friend.
My war hero that didn’t come home in peace.
I am sorry your grave was one that was dug,
And for I bare the shovel.
One day we will walk side by side again.”
He knows the cost of freedom! Do you?
P.S.
thank you to all the men and women that made\make it so I can be free. thank you so much.
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O, soldier sons
Our soldiers are casually way laid
No proper planning or attention is paid
The dirty game is on in the name of democracy
The casualty is on rise and meets with regular frequency
The brutal murderers are equipped with lethal weapons
The bloody guerrilla wars are not openly fought and won
Both the sides suffer heavily and lick the wounds
It leads no where and does not seem sound
I read the prayers are being offered in America
For their brave soldiers fighting from Afghanistan to Africa
It is not the price paid for liberty and freedom
It is long calculation, foresight and wisdom
They die for country so we breathe in peace
Peace and harmony all over and life at ease
The history will evaluate the gain and loss
Open hostility and readiness with swords to cross
The rivers are in spate and causing flood
The water flow is thickened with blood
What message will it carry to the shore?
To conjure the violence or abhor
We can sacrifice precious human lives
If one imposes threat and believes
In violence and brutal attacks
To eliminate them with relentless efforts to track
Soldiers are same all over world
Care for no hot weather or cold
Receiving bullets from the front and dead with kicks
Life is full of uncertainty and is at risk
Fighting with heave odds and criticism
It is full of adventure and not fought under mesmerism
The reality is bitter with no show of strength
People comment with no responsibility at different length
Are they pushed in field of their own?
Does the right spirit of seeds are sown?
Does the love for mother land rule supreme?
Have we adopted conciliatory path or extreme?
If it is deliberate thrust then must be countered
The peaceful way can not be altered
The violence can not be met with violence
But some tough posture must be adopted hence
It is proving like Achilles wound
From the surface it may like nice and sound
It will eat you up from within
Loss and turmoil with no sign of complete win
It is misfortune that we have to live under such state
In civilized world it can be termed as unfortunate fate
Who may want next generation to live with fear?
With all unforeseen consequences and pain to bear
We can solute to our brave sons of soil
And to farmers who feed us and toil
We have no words to praise their part
We have deviated our stand and preferred to depart
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Love and friendship
If red rose is for love and friendship
White one is for peace and very seems very deep
Its message is very clear with anguish
A signal for surrender and sign of finish
It is better to call off war and avoid blood shed
The wars are never successfully led
Both the sides suffer in terms of man and material
No one can proudly claim or offer denial
Modern warfare is the bloodiest
It can never be termed as useful or best
Did you ever visit hospitals or war zones?
If not then you are safe with all bones
Bodies are scattered all over for vultures
No one can claim it as good culture
It can never guarantee stable future
We are pushed to deep darkness for ever
Let us pray for no more such occurrences
It should never occur even by remote chance
We may replace material loss with some pain
But human losses are never to be regained
Even single death is shame on humanity
We have been sent here as peace messenger by almighty
We have no right to claim any land or divide
Time may favor sometimes but not always the tide
We have seen many civilizations lost in process
We have few remnants and have some access
We can assume glorious past of such existence
What is use if we have lost our past because of ignorance?
Avoid using pretext to wage such unholy things
It has nothing to do with man kind or something
Peace must prevail either by friendship or good neighborhood
Then only it will be known as correct meaning and having understood
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Let's Remember Those Soldiers
Let's remember those soldiers
No matter alive or dead
Hold them dear to our hearts
And keep their memories in our heads
Let's remember those soldiers
As they fight on foreign lands
And pray they make it back home
Because it is all up to Gods hands
Let's remember those soldiers
And the hell they are going through
Praise them when they get home
For all they've done for me and you
Let's remember those soldiers
And their families they left behind
Should you know some of these families
Try and treat them a little more kind
Let's remember those soldiers
They are fighting for our rights
Before you go to sleep tonight
Say a prayer for them tonight
Let's remember those soldiers
And let them know that we care
But for the grace of God
We might be the ones over there
Let's remember those soldiers
And let's wish them all the best
May they all make it back home
So we all can get some rest
Let's remember those soldiers
Even ones from wars of the past
Though some are dead and gone
Let's make sure their memories last
Let's remember those soldiers
And docs and nurses in those camps
Taking care of the wounded
Let's put their faces on postage stamps
Let's remember those soldiers
And not just count them as a loss
For they are truely the ones
That pay the ultimate cost
wrote 3/7/2008 by Norman Hale Jr.
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Soldier (not really a poem)
the american revolution was fought witha new breed of soldier.
this country was founded on that soldier.
that soldier is the one that those on the front lines calls the coward
that soldier is the one that those on the front lines call when they need help
because these soldiers dont miss.
these soldiers are trained harder than the most elite frontline man
these soldiers are tought to kill their enemy before there enemy sees them.
these soldiers are the ghosts in the night,
these soldiers are the wind in the day
these soldiers are everywhere.
these soldiers are the bush next to u.
these soldiers are the the tree across the field.
these soldiers are the lump of snow in the flat plain.
these soldiers are snipers.
snipers are the reason we are free.
snipers stop the enemy before the enemy gets close to u,
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Every Soldier Has A Dream
After a war a soldier sometimes has to cry as dreams of those memories waters in the eye.
It's very sad when this world of ours goes to war.
Peace is the thing that soldiers have fought and died for.
With hands held in the air a soldier cries a bit but people are blind to dreams that do not fit.
Some people abuse this world but one day they'll find that they've lost their battlefields and they are unklind.
Lost battlefields and dreams with no victories won, following the forgotten hero.
Here they come.
They bury the dream because they cannot recall what it was that made the Soldier stand proud and tall.
Soldiers come from all walks of life.
Sisters.
Brothers.
Soldiers with many dreams seldom shared with others.
Soldiers who had loved ones and families back home.
Some soldiers are just children
and still on their own.
Honoured I feel to remember soldiers this way.
I salute them have I your attention I say.
Stand at ease,
fall out.
Sir nobody knew his name.
Dear God you know who he was our dream was the same.
Undaunted was the soldier in the face of fear.
No turning back.
Each soldier shed a silent tear.
But I wonder why no one hears the soldiers cry.
Listen today as soldiers go to fight and die .
Try to imagine the soldiers forgotten dream.
Keep the memory of what the Soldier
had been.
It haunts us today and remains here in our time.
Ghosts with forgotten dreams remain.
Its such a crime.
What the soldier fought for is what we must redeem,
as we look back and try to recapture the dream.
The ship's sunk and they say,
we're glad we missed the cruise.
Don't take for granted things in life we shouldn't loose.
When the battle is over and the dreams don't sit.
Every soldier must cry just a little bit.
By Paul McCann
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Paschandale
(SmithHarris)
In a foreign field he lay
Lonely soldier, unknown grave
On his dying words he prays
Tell the world of Paschendale
Relive all that he's been through
Last communion of his soul
Rust your bullets with his tears
Let me tell you 'bout his years
Laying low in a blood filled trench
Kill tim 'til my very own death
On my face I can feel the falling rain
Never see my friends again
In the smoke, in the mud and lead
Smell the fear and the feeling of dread
Soon be time to go over the wall
Rapid fire and the end of us all
Whistles, shouts and more gun fire
Lifeless bodies hang on barbed wire
Battlefield nothing but a bloody tomb
Be reunited with my dead friends soon
Many soldiers eighteen years
Drown in mud, no more tears
Surely a war no-one can win
Killing time about to begin
Home, far away
From the war, a chance to live again
Home, far away
But the war, no chance to live again
The bodies of ours and our foes
The sea of death it overflows
In no man's land, God only knows
Into jaws of death we go
Crucified as if on a cross
Allied troops they mourn their loss
German war propaganda machine
Such before has never been seen
Swear I heard the angels cry
Pray to god no more may die
So that people know the truth
Tell the tale of Paschendale
Cruelty has a human heart
Every man does play his part
Terror of the men we kill
The human heart is hungry still
I stand my ground for the very last time
Gun is ready as I stand in line
Nervous wait for the whistle to blow
Rush of blood and over we go
Blood is falling like the rain
Its crimso
song performed by by Iron Maiden
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Without any gain
Last peace mission has ended in failure
All hopes are belled and nothing is sure
God only knows when siren will be on
Destruction will be everywhere without any gain
There will be colossal damage to the property
It may not alleviate suffering but increase the poverty
Everybody may run for any possible shelter
At last moment some good sense may prevail and situation may alter
Everybody is fully aware of the consequences
Two world wars are recent tragic instances
How much loss to human lives and cities?
No one had imagined before start of hostilities
It is easy to create war hysteria
The war zone increases its inertia
Nothing is spared like mosques, temples or churches
These are places of worships which only preaches
There may be many surprises in the store
People may take it to high tone in war
“Finish or get finished” may be clear slogan
Arms and ammunition may be rushed in wagons
Prayers for lasting peace and good sense
It may be death nail in country’s coffins
How many may lay down their lives?
Even though there is desire and peaceful drives
First firing shot is received with all its power
Sirens are aired from all buildings including towers
Complete black out with strict adherence to rules
All eyes are on moves which can bring to peace tables
Some countries may try honestly to end the impasse
Some may add fuel to fire with no let up or pause
New weapons of mass introduction may find live field trials
Thousands may perish with vehement no and denials
Young and old alike may face the annihilations
The peace may be derailed and strain the relations
There will be war hysteria with increase in hatred
Nobody may be able to meet eyes and agreed to be lead
Few nations may try to act as honest brokers
Rest may watch it intensely and act behind as pokers
Peace may be imposed and hostilities stopped
Nothing much may be achieved as against hoped
New race for superiority may increase
Chances for peace may recede or decrease
New restrictions on human passage across the border
All benefits may be passed on to smugglers and hoarders
Illegal trade may thrive and economy may shrink
Country may be pushed back by many years and sink
Whole burden may pass on to already poor and downtrodden
May take years of hard work and pain to cope up even
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A Soldiers love
They retreat from the past
For they know they shall never forget, it will never pass
As those they love shelter behind whats to come
For from the bottle of pain they take some
They wait for the day to come the day to leave
Yet until then the fire, and horror shall make them greive
Their friends longing to hear ther voices, feel their touch
To think they will never see their faces again, they shall not think of such
The sounds fill their ears as they wait for the firing to subside
As they know they stand with the others side by side
They long to be home, to be in peace, to be in their place
And they know time is all they face
It shall come, the day it ends
The day the memories end, the memories that shall not mend
They know they will be back to the place they love
The day America sees the dove
As they wait they think of those back here
And know it is for the lives back home they fear
They know that their here, they just don't know why
As they sit behind the sheild of life they look to the sky
As they sit they do not know that back home we look to the same sky
As they sit and wait they wish it were all a lie
As they sit and yern for hope they look above
For they know in their heart this is a soldiers love
(may all the soldiers get back safely to their homes, and family. And hopefully it shall be soon that america sees the dove. god bless all soldiers and everyone)
poem by Bethany Maxwell
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Peace in Pieces
I look for peace in time of war
I found peace in turmoil
Abundant peace I seek in love
Abundant peace in the wrong turn
I hoped for peace within beauty
In its ugly, it really lives
I reached for peace in victory
It held my hand in contented loss
I seek peace in king's palace
Within the village raunchiness, it found me.
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The Victory Day
The 8th -9th of May – the Greatest Day,
the Saint Holiday – the Victory Day.
A holiday with glee and spree,
a holiday with tears that appear
remembering those soldiers,
the heroes of the Second World War.
Those hardcore days
we don’t want to face anymore.
That was the largest war
in the history of mankind,
I don’t want you to be blind
but to know and remember the facts:
almost 58 million of men were lost.
Wasn’t it the highest cost?
62 countries out of 73
fought against fascist regime
in one international team.
More than 80% of the Earth population
were involved in military operation,
covering the territories of 40 countries,
bringing only grief, hunger, sufferings and worries.
I looked at the pictures of those young guys,
those heroes of the Second World War
and tried to realize who they were before.
It’s difficult to guess but I would like to suggest:
among them was someone’s son
who had never seen a gun,
someone’s first student or a teacher,
someone’s darling, friend or a preacher.
They had laid down in the fields of fights
struggling for freedom and human rights.
They had given their lives for you and me,
for everyone to be free and live happily,
for the grass to be green,
for the sky to be blue and clean.
Someone in ancient times once said:
“If you want peace be ready for the war.”
These words are not for today.
Yes, we shout “Hurray! ”
But if we want peace
we have to do everything for love to increase
But not use military force
which is only the source of sufferings and the losses
with so many costs.
Yes, we celebrate this day and shout “Hurray”, say “Cheers”
wishing everyone live in lasting peace,
not to know a war decease.
We remember the most impressive celebration
when two nations: American and Russian soldiers
met on the banks of the Elbe and could finally see
the end of that horrible war.
With admiration and joyfully they embraced one another
as if they were old friends or even brothers.
So, today, on the 8th of May I would like to say:
Peoples of our planet Earth!
Remember! We are the part of the whole Universe.
Take care of our Land!
Everyone has to understand:
if you want peace
You have to do everything for love to increase.
Larisa R (Odessa, Ukraine)
poem by Larisa Rzhepishevska
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Land Mine Blast
Land mine blast has caused some deaths
Scores of soldiers on duty had their last breath
Country is silent and so is the leadership
Only family of the bereaved persons may weep
Few bucks may be paid to families as token
Funeral with full state of honor but faith is shaken
This may go on and we may watch silently
Reiterate our resolve for peace and skip later on merrily
No troops are ordered to mob up or offered strong resistance
Under the pretext of protecting innocents for instance
Young soldiers meet with day light crimes
Trust in motherland has changed in recent times
We kill our custodians and defender of the holy land
How come we kill our brethrens who are there to defend!
They see no day or night but spend in thick jungles
Danger all around still face stiff resistance and troubles
We have become selfish and pay no respect
Time has come to peep inside and introspect
Who are we fighting for and at what cost?
The jungles are deserted and seem the habitat for ghosts
External borders are assured to be safe
God only knows how they will defend and save
Weapons are purchased but of inferior nature
Money are spent but cornered by others for sure
We all had dreamed of golden land with all happiness
Freedom, liberty and movement with peace and at ease
Police descend on innocent citizens and show the brutality
People are coming out in open to express the hostility
Poor candidate after election becomes millionaire in few years
Some of the stories are circulated but our ears refuse to hear
Modern temple of highest land has been turned into safe mafias den
Murderers, hoarders and historysheeters are protected even
House of Representatives for people can't grant them immunity
They are social servant and not different from other communities
There [place is among people and can't claim extra benefits
Let them be expelled if they fail to serve the land and prove misfit
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Fortinbras: Let four captains bear Hamlet, like a soldier, to the stage; for he was likely, had he been put on, to have proved most royally: and, for his passage, the soldiers' music and the rites of war speak loudly for him. Take up the bodies: such a sight as this becomes the field, but here shows much amiss. Go, bid the soldiers shoot.
line from Hamlet, Act V, Scene 2 by William Shakespeare (1599)
Submitted by Dan Costinaş
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For the people Of Palestine
In a holy land, with a strange feeling
A strange and calm feeling that comes from the heart of people
People who live pure, people who are valuable and kind
People who are great and faithful, men and women with beautiful minds
Their sky was calm a day, it was full of white pigeons
Pigeons which were the messengers of peace
A blue sky that was above a golden place
A place that was full of happy face
Green lands and greener islands with warm sunny farms
Happy people who don't think about a simple fight
Streets full of cheerful children and cars
But the time brings an unfair war
Some people think power can take everything from poor people
But it never can conquer the faith
Faith will destroy every satanic thing
It can bring bad things down, even the powerful kings
Farms destroyed under the boots of soldiers
They close their eyes and burst fire on the poor and innocent children of Palestine
Their laugh destroy that empty sky
Satanic plans those we know all are a lie! ! !
Power Vs Faith
Guns Vs Stones
Bullets Vs people
And Blood on the feeble
When a pure stone flies, a bullet tears the sky to hit for the answer
And then a heart that once was for a human stop beating
The truth is being hiding in our world
We should help the people of Palestine, not with our words! !
Where are the humans right protectors?
Where are the people who are loyal to humanities criteria?
Where are the humans to see a family that sleep with fear?
Where is a person to clean the children tears?
We have a ceiling to sleep in peace under it
We have security, we live in peace
But there…, suddenly the roof of a house will fall down
When they think they are sleeping in peace, they buried in the dawn
In the Name of Humanity, don't be silent
See the truth; see the pure bodies those just fell down
See the tears of mothers those live in stress
See the great unfair condition, see the real mess!
For the people of Palestine
People who live in a cruel situation
For the people of Palestine,
People who their rights are taken, , people with no sin!
poem by Ellias Anderson
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