Poetry – Not For Me

Not For Me

Not for me the trauma of shattered mind

Or blown off limbs.

Not for me a life ruined

Family and friends dead

Or for meagre rations queuing

As aspiration dims.

Not for me the constant terror

Waiting for the missile blast.

I’ve lived a privileged life

And I want it to last.

So I’ll support the UN

And the EU too.

Both far from perfect

But I think they’ll do.

I’ll work for a unified world

In which petty nationalism has been expelled.

For I know that in talk and trade

Better relationships are made.

Opher – 30.9.2019

I am probably the first generation who was not thrown into the cauldron of war. Hence I am not traumatised.

War is a monster.

It is a monster that needs putting to sleep.

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