Friday, 11 January 2013

Generational Blindness

Generational Blindness

I know not of the war;
Of bloodshed and of death.
I know not of the white feather girls,
And boys of hope and faith.

I know not of sanctuary,
Of rations and hidden life.
I know not of black-out curtains,
And Gods to be forgiven.

I know not of treason or hate,
Of starvation or fake joys.
I know not of scary skies,
And rooms abandoned with broken toys.

I know not of patriotic duty,
Of fighting until the very end.
But, I know of love and loss,
And the death of a loved friend.

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