After the War

[donn]

A lonely rams horn sounds where once fresh fountain waters flowed. Men now slept in hovels of cardboard boxes, mumbling in the winters cold. Shaking Miter heads wail, cry and point to their altars denied. Rubble is all that remains of a world gone terribly wrong. Proud voices quieted of their militant marching song. Crippled hands wave to days of glory passed. Fueled by greed that was never meant to last. Merely a tease and a bribe to follow another war yet to come. After another generation had lost their last remaining son.

[donn]

Red Dirt Road ___

Respectfully bowing at the waist, I acknowledged his presence.
"Where do you know me from?" he asked.
‘From the land of Shu’, I said.
His Green Drab Field Jacket, showed no rank.
It was his character that showed through the dirt and stank.
"I thank you for the respect you have shown ... and more,
although we were adversaries on opposing sides in the Great War.
Now, we are equal in both status and intellect."
‘Isn’t that the truth?, I said
Come share some Tea and a piece of old bread.
There is nothing else left, so let us be friends.’
"We, at least both succeeded, in bringing the world to its end.

( Author notes: "WAR !
What's is it good for?
NOTHING!"