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The Second Cival War
by Felix LeRoy Perry → (All Poetry by Felix LeRoy Perry)
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First of all sorry for the length of this but sometimes it is unavoidable. As an outside observer, a lover of history and a Canadian I watch and listen with horror to the rumbling going on across this world. I mean no disrepect to anyone in particular but this is just one of my nightmares I chose to share...

*The Second Civil War* *There's no one left to remember much* *Of that war fought so long ago* *When folks said it just won’t happen,* *But how were they to know…?* *For it was brother against brother* *Sometimes father against son* *They listened to the cannon roar* *Afterwards both sides claimed they won* *While sisters wrapped bloody wounds* *And Mother’s buried their young dead* *An Armageddon of death and destruction* *That turned the streams and rivers red* *Soldiers force-fed on fear and anger* *a desert of politics’ infested bigotry* *Genocide seemed the only answer* *and God was on both sides you see* *That was then and this is now you say* *We are high tech and civilized* *Smile at the camera in Afghanistan* *For that old camera never lies* *As we watch a new monster arising* *This time the lines are just as blurred* *But it’s not north, nor south, no sir* *Those old wounds are almost slowly cured* *No, now it’s the house of egoed power* *Against the upstage working class* *one side spews forth moral rhetoric* *But it really says go kiss my ass* *I hear the rumbles growing louder* *We the meek refuse to roll over and die* *Our young and old are getting hungry* *and veterans stop and wonder why* *The voice of poets speak but no one listens* *Warn of anarchy a mere breath away* *The law of the gun seems ever closer* *Than it did only just the other day* *While the border lines of war are drawn* *Like that other war waged so long ago* *The one so many said could never happen* *But how were they to know?*

Reviewed by Sheila Roy

Reviewed on April 14, 2010

Not too long ago I had a dream about an invasion/war. I like the point you made about poets and their thoughts. This is an excellent write, Fee. Hugs,
Sheila

Reviewed by Christine Alwin

Reviewed on April 9, 2010

...to forget to remember is another wound in itself...such sadness in war, there are no winners~

Reviewed by Kate Burnside

We have to look no further than our own hearts, our own homes, to know how quickly division can arise, Felix. It is alarming how quickly anger can rear it's head, even within close and tight communities, and then the fuse is lit. I shudder to think back to what I have experienced, even in a tiny way, among family, friends and small village communities. All it takes is an issue, a spark, strong but divergent beliefs held on either side... and BINGO. All hell lets loose. Things quickly escalate and get out of control. Only the bystander scratches his head and asks why - we are all the conscientious objectors when it's not "our" issue at stake. History starts with me, with my own heart, and I know that I can, depending on the catalyst, be both bystander and the one deeply involved. I wish it were not so. I wish we could all just take the objective view on all things. Then, maybe, the John and Yoko lyric might all come true and we could seriously "Give Peace A Chance". Grace takes the higher road, but Grace and Politics never go hand in hand, unfortunately. Peace will only come when we not only lay down our swords but banish them completely. Money is the most powerful sword and I can't see that disappearing overnight!!! Perhaps poverty is a path to peace... then we might learn to get our priorities right. Sorry, great piece of writing here that commands more than a little response. Of course I agree with every word! Totally and absolutely!! :)) xx

Reviewed by La Belle Rouge Poetess Of The Heart

Fee this is dark and powerful and sadly much too true. Brilliant pen. I hope someone is listening.

Reviewed by neerja gandhi (Reader)

well, this is really nice..wounds get cleared , poetry helps...dear Felix
Thanks and best wishes
neerja

Reviewed by Kate Clifford

Reviewed on April 7, 2010

Yes it could happen and it amazes me that as a race we allow for our own destruction because that is the only ending World War 3 could have. Perhaps in a way we do not understand this experience that is coming is planned as a new way to change the energies around us? Who said being human was necessary?

Reviewed by J'nia Fowler

You have said it so well Fee. J'nia

Reviewed by Mr. Ed

a desert of politics� infested bigotry

We've been mired in this since we humans first walked this planet, and I sadly doubt we're even smart enough to ever change.

Reviewed by Liana Margiva

POWERFUL POEM!!!!!!!!!!!! Liana Margiva

Reviewed by Georg Mateos

We should ask ourselves who benefits from any war before firing the first shot. If we do that, I don't think it will be any, cos the wealthy are allergic to sweat an effort.

Georg

Reviewed by Karen Palumbo

Reviewed on April 6, 2010

Out of ignorance, history does repeat itself. Yes, the battle lines have been defined and deep trenches permeat the air. A government run amok filled with delusions of grandeur to steal from one to give to another as the drum beat grows louder, and louder, and louder....

Be always safe,
Karen

Reviewed by Ed Matlack

As is said, If we don't learn from past mistakes, we are prone to repeat them...

Anything is possible, who knows for sure...you are one of the poets telling the world of this possible fate, so worry if you will, though it likely won't help, but it sure as hell, as well, won't hurt...Ed

Reviewed by Rose Rideout

You dear Cuz are indeed an AUTHOR and you know how to word any subject. We love to read what you offer, another great one.

Love ya face Cuz XOXOXO, Rose

Reviewed by George Carroll

Been shouting this for some time now as have other voices in America but still 40% can't see the forest for the trees. When the dollar collapses then it will hit the fan and only the rich will survive.

Reviewed by Dawn Anderson

Fee, this is a very powerful and meaningful piece.

Reviewed by Annabel Sheila

Absolute truth, every single word,Fee....we have not grown as human beings....and in a world where greed reigns....how can we ever hope for peace? Well penned, my friend...a sombre reminder of our brutal history repeating itself once again....

Hugs,
Anna