A waterloo

I would commend to you and all: Mark Twain’s “The War Prayer,” which he declined to release until after he was dead. “In this,” he said, “I have told the truth as only a dead man may.” When you ask for victory in war for your troops, your nation, you really are praying two prayers, Twain wrote…and the John Groth-supplied lineart graphics further emphasized the prayer. This poem, Yassy, I feel could use its own John Groth-supplied art. Very well done, Your Ladyship.


Flowers grew where gunfire thundered
Unrelenting, the bullets plundered
No one listened to no decree
To spare dying humanity
Broken soldiers blindly blundered
Women, children helpless rendered
Amidst chaos reason floundered
None listened to compassion's plea
The war brought peace down on its knee
A waterloo
They walked leaving trail of tears, blood
Homeless, they might as well be dead
Losing loved ones and family
Justice became a tragedy
A waterloo.


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