The Riddle of War

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To be or not to be? That is the question

Submitted: February 25, 2012

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Submitted: February 25, 2012



The Riddle


To be, or not to be,

That was Shakespeare’s question

A riddle, or were we handed the Baton


The pen is mightier than the sword

Yet we rarely take this on board

In War it’s the guns who decide the question


For to be, is to make War

And not to be, are the victims of War

There are no sides in death,

No victories, no defeats,

Only faceless victims, wars receipts


And if we are all, not to be

Would god survive in his silent abbey?

And who will remember we

That is the real question.


A century approaches for World War 1

No survivors left

For all the Tommie’s are dead

And war still rears its dreadful head

And it is we, who are left to ponder,

To swear upon Gods Alter


“To be, in peace, for the earth is our mother

Not to be, at war, with our sisters and brothers.


And the bard can sleep a poets dream

Of sunsets and moonbeams

Of rivers and oceans and far off lands

For dreams confirm our conscience

And peace confirms our existence.


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