Ode To Before Poem by shimon weinroth

wrongs done to one another, soar
let slip the dogs of war
now ghosts and skeletons let free
roam and jump with laughter and glee

their bugles blow, pasts unfurled
banner winds of hate, klndled fired would
rape our beings, ravage our souls, hope is dead
friendship is fled, hate in its stead

children youth and young soldiers, sent by elders
into the fray, lie dead and wounded, twisted
beneath a shroud of gray
lament and mourn, bury the bodies at checkposts

spilt blood seeps into the sand
cries out this is my land. later
still, have to stand together
and walk the line, mark the boundaries and frontiers

shed bitter tears cry in anguish and fear
this could have stopped years ago and long before