And all the while they wonder why...

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And all the while they wonder why... And all the while they wonder why...

Poem by: Francis Berryman

Genre: War and Military

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Poem by: Francis Berryman

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Genre: War and Military

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Summary

Back to my usual style with this one, or at least i think so. Well its about war, its effect on everything, they way it destroys all it touches, i cant really do justice to it with any summary, so its probably best if you read it, enjoy, and dont forget to comment.

Summary

Back to my usual style with this one, or at least i think so. Well its about war, its effect on everything, they way it destroys all it touches, i cant really do justice to it with any summary, so its probably best if you read it, enjoy, and dont forget to comment.

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Submitted: December 20, 2009

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Submitted: December 20, 2009

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A ruined street, no longer manned,

A ravaged city, war-torn land,

The dead that mark war's age old brand,

And all made real by human hand.

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And all the while the people die,

The mothers, sisters, widows cry,

As more destruction fills the eye,

And all the while they wonder why.

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The people now half dead with pain,

Too tired to hide from tank and plane,

As still blood flows, war leaves its stain,

Some left for dead, the rest insane.

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And all the while the people die,

The mothers, sisters, widows cry,

As more destruction fills the eye,

And all the while they wonder why.

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The people pray for war's swift end,

To heal the wounds that cannot mend,

They can't shed tears as they intend,

Too tired, too hurt, they must pretend.

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And all the while the people die,

The mothers, sisters, widows cry,

As more destruction fills the eye,

And all the while they wonder why.

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The war hasgone from glade and glen,

And silence fills both hill and fen,

There is no trace of what was then,

The time God turned his back on men.

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And all the while the people die,

The mothers, sisters, widows cry,

As more destruction fills the eye,

And all the while God wonders why.

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And even though the people died,

And even though the tears weren't dried,

The victors turned to God with pride,

And God, he looked away and cried.


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