At such a Time as This

                                                                 At such a time as This

I light a Candle..

For 

Victims

of

Wars..

Of

All Wars..

The Stench

of

Death and Dying

Indiscriminate Killing still Lingers

in

The so called Theatre of War

War though 

is no

Afternoon Matinee

At such a time as This

I light a Candle

for

All Unknown Soldiers

and

"The Missing"

Their Anonymity

and

Absence

still

Leave Families struggling 

for

Closure

For those

who

 Survive The Insanity 

Horror

and

Desolation

of

War

I light a Candle

Their Wounds 

Life Changing 

Invisible

 often

Borne Alone

For Some 

Whole Generations

know

Nothing other than War

Grief  becomes as Familiar

as

Breathing

Tomorrow

A Constant Uncertainty

 

For People called  Refugees....

Displaced

Sometimes Demonised

in

Their Quest

for

Sanctuary and Safety

I Light a Candle...

Loss  

remains

An Open Lesion

At such a time as this

I light a Candle

War is Unmitigated Violence

towards

All of Life 

Scorching The Land

Rupturing Natural Rhythms

 

Mother Earth is Already in Crisis

At such a Time as Now

I Light a Candle

War steals Lives..

Goodies 

Baddies

Them

Us...

It is a Primitive response

to

Differences

Can a War 

ever 

Be called Just?

Of Course

Just another War....

and so it goes