Paul F. McCann
AFTER A WHILE
After a while you get used to war:
Blood spilling, killing, and those who are willing to die.
After a while you can live with the noise:
Explosions of bombs and missiles and bullets that fly.
After a while when the smoke clears the air:
You see everyone around you is wiping their eye.
Then after a while the war escalates:
More innocent die to justify the reason why.
After a long while war changes landscapes:
Inroads to peace merge where future generations lie.
©Copyright January 24, 2009 by Paul F. McCann