THE END...?
A Trilogy of Poems by Nancy L. Meek and Gary Jacobson
Part 1:
SO WEARY OF SEEING NO END
Is there any end in sight
to crying in this realm?
Will war be here tomorrow,
to destroy and overwhelm?
Oh, the horrors I have seen
make Heaven even brighter,
more peaceful, more loving,
more tempting to this fighter.
No more human corpses
or smiles they used to wear,
full of life, dreams, a future
in photos everywhere.
No more starving children
staring through the screen
into my eyes... my heart,
naked and unclean.
No more scenes of men
killing one another
in Allah's name... Amen!
Oh, let me see some other.
God, let me see a vision
devoid of tears and rain,
where evil can't exist,
hunger, thirst nor pain.
If there's any end in sight,
let me see it when I die,
where forever is the end
and mothers never cry.
©Copyright April 20, 2006 by Nancy L. Meek
Part 2:
IS WAR'S END IN SIGHT?
Tho' forlornly I strain beleaguered sight
Seeking, longing, hoping both day and night
To see that holy end of the rainbow bright...
Sadly, I see of wars no end
For greed and malevolence yet mankind rend
Old men still their young to do their bidding send.
Someday mankind will learn from war's plague
See truth shining through the foggy vague...
But men still brag with hearty elation
We are a warrior generation
Endlessly plodding off to war, mindless of blood, guts, and gore
Experienced by legions of soldiers in days of yore
Pumping mighty fists into air
Thoughtless of those who of war despair
Heedless of war's wanton desecration
Bearing mindless desolation of war's terrible devastation.
Some convince themselves War does seeds of peace plant
O, I have seen war's grievous arse-kissing sycophant
Witnessed its comedy of egregious errors
Propelling would be world emperors
Borne atrocities bearing witness to its emptiness
War's vacuous great sadness
To one another showing lack of common civilities
Careless to kind amenities depravity guarantees.
And who will war's cost pay?
Who today will their life give way,
Little children who cannot get out of harm's way
Young boys sent by politicians to persecute the day
Generations mindless of sanity's cost of the fray?
War's worst is done to the weak and infirm
Who in innocence on war's cross are first to burn
Who have not the means continued life to earn.
Oh yes, there are beaucoup corpses
Revelations of prophetic disclosure apocalypses
Bodies piled in deathly rows
The harvest of evil cruel war sows
For faith, hope, charity's too often undone
Despoiled in the land of the gun
Where rules the despot king
His ordinances commanded to the people to bring.
Shall men kill men in Allah's name
His glory to proclaim?
Will war wipe out differences
To install ethnic cleansing defenses?
There is no warrior's vision without tears and pain
For on the earth these foul imposters reign
To the masses easily seen... unless you're blind
Always there's someone with an axe to grind...
Different sides all send out their warriors
Their combat saviors
Each side feeling they are called by Almighty God
Whether Christian soldiers or Moslem jihad
From east to west
Fight and die at their nationalities urgent behest
Earning a generation war's bequest
The fire and brimstone harvest.
Oh yes, I've searched in war for man's saving grace
The atonement to wash sin from another's face
Because they just don't think like we do, politico's sigh
Without note of the mote in our own eye
To cleanse man's inhumanity to man.
But... is God pleased with the warrior man
Or is he just content to watch war's light show?
At his pleasure, can He shut His balcony window?
©Copyright April 20, 2006 by Gary Jacobson
Part 3:
THE END MAY BE NEARER THAN YOU THINK
God's not accountable for the deeds of men,
for He gave them a will of their own 'til then,
when Heaven's gates are opened wide
and those deemed righteous are allowed inside.
There is no saving grace on earth,
but comes from God who saw our birth
and called us His or called us not
who pray for mercy, the bloody lot.
No one can know whom He will save
or where each will go after the grave,
to heaven or hell indeed it will be,
but with perfect justice all will see.
If God could be sad, I think He would
knowing He once said, "All is good."
'til man knew better, turned his back,
and strode with pride till he reached Iraq.