Eye Witness Poem by keith brown

Eye witness, how can that be?
you’ve lived neither war nor tragedy
yet visit war zones every night
to view the anguished and their plight
Among the nameless thousands

Atrocities, civil war, school massacres and
East Timor
flicker brightly on your screen
beamed in from places you’ve never been
pray god!
that we may never know
the mayhem known as Kosovo.

The blooded streets have colour
yet corpses have no smell, they lie in state
amongst the ruins of a man created hell
The acrid taste of gunfire is lost upon our screen
With the touch of burning flesh
and the terror in a scream

We hear the tears and anger see
Fear upon a face
then miss the joy of comfort at
the moment of embrace
For were just lounge room soldiers
Without glory, pain or mention
our wars are fought in comfort
in only two dimension.

So when the fighting seems to fierce
and pain and anguish harrow
we simply have to flick a switch
no more war!

Until Tomorrow