Bugle And Passing BellA Poem by therisaWWIIt was called "The Great War" Which many believed Would end All wars. Almost wiping out An entire generation of men Upon the European battlefield In a four year span. Spewing forth Untold new horrors And methods of killing On an industrial scale. Giving rise to A new form of tribalism Called nationalism As neighbours turned Against each other. Dying European empires Are carved up Into smaller multi-ethnic states Without addressing The ethnic minority problem. Which Ultra-nationalist used As one of their pretexts For the next global war Killing tens of millions people. Sadly The aftermath is Still playing out In Africa Asia and Europe As the killing continues Unabated. While The world prepares To mark the centennial Of war outbreak On July 28, 1914. Whose death's throws Marked the birth Of the modern era With blood Upon it's hands.
© 2014 therisaAuthor's Note
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Added on October 18, 2014 Last Updated on October 18, 2014 AuthortherisaOntario, CanadaAboutA pre-op transwoman, writing about my experiences, using free verse. Been told my poems are very emotional and personal, almost like a diary entry in verse. If you want to friend me, please review.. more..Writing
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