The Long War

[amberdreams]

In celebration of International Poetry month - an excuse to post some of my fave poems, starting with this one by Laurie Lee.  Thanks to Smilla for the heads up!

The Long War

 

Less passionate the long war throws

Its burning thorn about all men,

Caught in one grief, we share one wound,

And cry one dialect of pain.

 

We have forgot who fired the house,

Whose easy mischief spilt first blood,

Under one raging roof we lie

The fault no longer understood.

 

But as our twisted arms embrace

The desert where our cities stood,

Death’s family likeness in each face

Must show, at last, our brotherhood.

 

Laurie Lee