The War

the war came suddenly fast bursts of light and then the sure fury of razor sharp jets delivering hell to the enemy the desert was lit with the flash of explosives, energy compacted and released with death

in the days that soon past slow and brutal in the desolate land we battered with no mercy

we still had tears for the shattering of lives and the terror visited on children and we cried for the victims of barbarism and we cried for ourselves (some did) that we too were barbarians

but the war didn't end it ran on till the fires that made it consumed their fuel and the earth survived smoking with dust scorched but living