It was somebody’s war,
they forget who now,
and the reasons that bore
them to the brink, how
important it was to
the Opposition in charge of defence,
how, as the shoe flew
through the air to make sense
of the insult, the slander, the rage
which those in Power condoned
in this day and age, at the stage
of humanity, where no one is owned
and nothing is spared
but the war rages on
and on and on and on,
while the wounds fester, unrepaired.
NJB
13/2/22