Phantoms of Wars

Phantoms of fighting wars after wars, Who have passed through Heaven’s doors – Please instil in the minds of the greedy, A resolution to never repeat acts so seedy.

Phantoms who died, suffered in mud and dirt, Who left the wounds of bullets through coat and shirt: Phantoms – you know no sense comes from this Even if you fought for future generations bliss!

Phantoms, as we raise our eyes to the sky – And, were we to count the stars that blink – Would they account for all who did die, Or, are these words of recognition, wasted ink?

Maybe only God understands mankind, For the basics of humanity call for unity; Yet, war turns all good into a bind – A bind of no comprehension, and much stupidity.

Phantoms, you have given away a lifetime – Surely, you must look down in disdain To see all your valiant efforts in past’s grime, Your suffering, your death, were in vain.

G.L. Brown