The Cradle of Destruction

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic
Can a nation ever be forgiven for the actions they took during a war? People that are forever erased from the world, people whose loved ones have been erased? Can those who didn't fight ever truly care about the death caused by a war they commissioned? Will we, or can we, take full, and total responsibility?

Submitted: May 14, 2012

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For time cannot remove a crimson stain

Then cleanse our hands as Pontius Pilate

Or set us loose with a hymnal refrain

No psalms of country and no fruited plain

Can o’ercome the cries of those left silent

For time cannot remove a crimson stain

No divine pow’r can turn a loss to gain

Nor guiltless prayers said in private

Or set us loose with a hymnal refrain

For we alone left innocents to hang

Devoured peace to feed the beasts of riot

For time cannot remove crimson stain

And history reveals our heads in shame

For no confession can keep them quiet

Or set us loose with a hymnal refrain

Out on the fields of war they were slain

Young men and boys whose deaths so violent

For time cannot remove a crimson stain

Or set us loose with a hymnal refrain


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