Day of Infamy, Faded Memory

Kay as Female SoldierI would never send my son to war

A war that’s not worth fighting for

Someone else’s battle cry

Won’t take the apple of my eye

Who knows whose hand stirred up this mess

To dig into their spoils no less

Cause all this bloodshed and the pain

For no good reason once again

Stamp it in the name of God

Send sons of men to lie in sod

Running blood red in screams of doom

Meeting their maker all too soon

As their Mothers look above

Praying for a drop of love

To pour down from heaven’s sky

Drop to their knees and pray they try

But nothing comes from their fair lips

They scratch the ground with fingertips

Beat their breasts for sons they bore

Why were they sent dear God what for

For the masters of the Earth

To plan their doom since day of birth

Have we then risen up our sons

To march forth with lifted guns

We cry we weep for days of peace

When tears don’t come for sweet release

When sons of earth will then join hands

Unite the brotherhood of man

And then the day of infamy

Will be a faded memory

The so-called valiant days of war

Will lose their meaning forevermore…


copyright 2009



About Kay Salady

I write about the greatest force on earth that, I believe, lives on forever and surpasses all else. "All your poems read like I am watching an artist use words instead of colours full of feeling." ~Anon.

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