like most
these hills
served as farms
for centuries
now the crops
are fed
with human blood
and the hills
have become priceless
to be fought over
by foreign troops
and outsiders
but
the farmers know
just as before
a new prize
will be declared
the hills will stand abandoned
so the mines
will be cleared
new seeds cast
upon unmarked graves
and the hills
will return
the only prize
that sustains life
Seeds of hope …
Really enjoyed this one…an excellent thought provoking poem.
a sobering sacrifice
yet a prize for the future
well stated my friend
moonie smiles
you write simple , yet truth is always hard ! Bravo 🙂
You remain me of an altered self of Wilfred Owen the celebrated war poet….
I wish you could read a poem of mine called “Recall”.
Here is the url link:
http://wizardmeetsvagabond.blogspot.com/2010/06/recall_11.html
What a disgusting waste of fertile land and human life. When shall we learn?
but why does it have to take so long
and take so many lives? seeds of hope, come to mind!!!
A beautiful thought! The land goes on forever regardless.
circle of life – has to come round
there is sadness, and yet hope for better things to come
interesting photo
A lovely thought. x
Very interesting outlook on war. Really got me thinking.
Hopeful! Lives will be lost and people will continue fighting even for a patch of ice covered barren land.