The Dogds of War for JT Earley

Devastation, desolation.
Nothing offers consolation
when the tides of war have passed.
Only our misery can last.

Though we tried to live in peace
The dogs or war had slipped their leash.
Strangers came into our land
although we didn’t understand.

They treated us as enemies
looting killing as they please.
There was nothing we could do
but run away as we tried to.

We weren’t welcome anywhere.
Always moving’s hard to bear.
We would rather be at home
instead of being forced to roam.

Once unleashed the dogs of war
no matter what they’re fighting for.
Leave only sorrow in their wake.
Death and suffering and heart ache.

Devastation, desolation
nothing for our compensation
for the way of life we lost.
The innocent must bear the cost.

18-Apr-08

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poem by Ivor Or Ivor.e Hogg
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