Margaret Atwood has written a new anti-war poem. She’s dead right. It’s not just the dead and physically wounded, it’s not even just the mentally wounded and traumatised; it’s everybody. Even the winners and the untouched are changed. Nobody comes back unchanged and those changes are for the worse!
Many have travelled far
to the place of fire and blackout,
the time without words.
Some have survived,
though not intact.
No one comes back.
War is a barbarity that should be consigned to primitive times. There should be no room for it in the modern world.
When will we create a body capable, powerful enough, to put an end to ALL military action and finally put a stop to this senseless, brutal exercise? War is a stain on the whole of human history, a stain on our genetics, a stain on us as a species!
Nobody comes back. Nobody ever wins.