Several years ago, I wrote a book of poems (as yet unpublished) about kids in World War II America. Back then everyone was involved in the war in one way or another. It permeated life in every city and town in the country. Each of the poems is from the point of view of a different child. Here's one that deals with the atomic bombings and the end of the war:
MichaelThe war ended, but at what moral cost? I'm glad I didn't live during that time--I don't know how I would have answered that question.
HIROSHIMA AND NAGASAKI
Two cities bombed—
obliterated—to end a war
that has gone on for
what seems an eternity.
Is it right to end the killing
of American servicemen
with the killing of Japanese civilians?
I just don’t know...
© Diane Mayr, all rights reserved
If you believe in a "higher power," pray for peace. It's obvious to me, that Man can't, or won't, do it on his own.
Me at a peace rally in Boston in March 2007. Although it looks like we're having a fun time--the signs that are blocked read, "Make tofu not war," "No war no whey"--we had a very serious purpose in being there.
heart wrenching theme; a skillfully wrought haiga;
ReplyDeletei do beleive mankind needs the supplement of God in our lives only then can peace reign
much love
gillena
Such deceptively simple eloquence, Diane. Sadly, I agree with your statement about prayer. So well said.
ReplyDeleteHere's a French proverb:
ReplyDeleteWhen you can't find peace within yourself, it's useless to seek it elsewhere.
Thanks for writing, my friends!