War
I don’t have to listen,
to hear all the rumbling.
I don’t have to look,
to see all the crumbling.
The tentacles of war,
spread out far and wide.
Leave us no place to run.
Leave us no place to hide.
The war between nations,
leaves no one at ease.
The war within countries,
that will never appease.
Country versus country.
Man versus man.
Fighting over the land,
since time first began.
Not only the body,
but also the mind.
War impacts everything.
War is not kind.
War touches everyone,
the young and the old.
Leaving only the memories,
of death and of cold.
It doesn’t take much,
for war to start soon.
Perhaps something as simple,
as a floating balloon.
There won’t be a winner,
to the victor only spoils.
Left to pick up the pieces,
of their enemy's toils.
Then time to rebuild.
Then time to reflect.
Then time to decide,
if it was worth the effect.
Dan Bissonnette
North Bay, ON
