Imagine ordinary people
Outfitted in khaki and blues.
The news reels of war propaganda,
A mother grief-stricken with news.
What price do we put on our soldiers?
In victory or in defeat?
What cruelty of fate is the carnage?
What fate do the prisoners meet?
Imagine them all for a moment,
Just think of the life they have lost.
Let’s pray for a better tomorrow,
A day not bought at such a cost.
Copyright © April 2012 Norma Martiri