The war, had a painful end,
killing what passed for life.
Peace, posed as a new friend,
white flags signalled, bitter strife.
Bullets lodged in broken bones,
gunfire dwells in lame minds.
Lonely hearts bleed,
on gravestones;
the dead tread gently along battle
lines.
➽Seán Maguire has been writing poetry, song lyrics, short stories and non-fiction for over thirty years and has had a considerable amount of his work published in magazines, newspapers, anthologies and online blogs. The above poem is taken from his collection For Those Left Behind.
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