Dark Days

The End of War

I was looking through an old notebook yesterday, and discovered a poem I'd forgotten I'd written. It's called Dark Days (The End of War), and was written in 2006 at the height of our national madness. Due to the perennial nature of that madness, and in light of the latest in the seemingly endless series of gun massacres, I thought I'd share it. -- WKF

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I weep for the children of Haditha

For the victims of violence every day.

And I grieve for our children with guns in their hands

Who should never have been placed in harms way.

And I mourn for the soul of my nation

Because I don't recognize her anymore.

And so I light a candle in these dark, dark days

And hope that we will find the end of war.

I think of the people of Fallujah

Of the families that were forced from their homes.

And I grieve for our children with blood on their hands

For killing turns a human heart to stone.

And I mourn for our great Constitution

Because it doesn't seem to rule here anymore.

And so I light a candle in these dark, dark days

And hope that we will find the end of war.

Because there's murder and rape and torture

Being done in my name

And I know that I'm to blame

If I turn a blind eye.

Today I am a prisoner at Camp Delta

The condemned in the hell that men have made.

Five years on now, still no trial in sight 

In the clutches of the free and the brave.

And I weep for the soul of my country

Because I don't recognize her anymore.

And so I light a candle in these dark, dark days

And hope that we will find the end of war.

I hope that we will find the end of war.

Copyright 2006 by William K. Ferro
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