Originally posted on 31 December 2011
“Wars are poor chisels for carving out peaceful tomorrows.” – Martin Luther King Jr.
“The first casualty when war comes is truth.” – Hiram Johnson
Mind’s eye
My father fought
A war
Years before
My birth
As I grew up
I watched him
Fight it
Again and again
His sinewy hands
Trembled
As he pried apart
Venetian blinds
Scouting the enemy invasion
Of our suburban neighborhood
Armed with a bottle of juice
A newspaper
Or any other munitions
At hand
He held his ground
Paralyzed
By his reality
Bisous,
Léa