Claire V. Bogdanos

I’ve seen the troops in battle dress

They make me proud I must confess

I wish they were but dressing-up

To partake of sweet valour’s  cup

Instead of battling someone’s cause

While fighting in these futile wars.

There is no break nor any end

The fracas leaves no untouched friend

There’s no peace found to fill the air

We’ve only distress everywhere.

The saddest part we must accept

We’ve done our job and are bereft !