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Author: Ron
Started: 14/04/07
Last Edited: 09/01/08
Published: 14/04/07
Revision: 7
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Ode To Iraq (revised)Outline: My first Sonnet - thanks, Keith and KateS, for getting me hooked on the form *wink*. Review: Any comment welcome. Ode to Iraq
I saw a flash and then I saw ten more My heart it sank as hope of peace was gone The lights went out; the phrase was ‘Shock and Awe’ The men with pens had authorised to bomb. The sun came up and dust hung in the air A plane flew in; it blew away the link To phone and gas and people knew despair And those who rule said armour had no chink. But with no thought, no means to force a peace, No Hearts and Minds, no way to shake a hand, A war goes on and killing does not cease Till those who fight can heal a blasted land. It could have been so easy in the end If we had forged a love for new freed friend. Original version published in the Peterborough Evening Telegraph before I received helpful tips on this thread. Ode To Iraq I saw a flash and then I saw ten more My heart it sank as hope of peace was gone The lights went out; the phrase was ‘Shock and Awe’ They died that night, the young, the old, alone. The Sun came up and dust hung in the air A plane flew in; it blew away the link To phone and gas and people knew despair And men did march when they ran out of ink. But with no plan, no means to force a peace No Hearts and Minds, no way to shake a hand A war goes on and killing does not cease And those who fight were born on foreign land. It could have been so easy in the end But all the plans were round the bloody bend. |
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