Strike Three

Beside the war memorial

Heads hang low

For sorrow or for shame?

Maybe we’re guilty of both

Sorrow – that victory tasted so bitter

Failing to sate our greed

That the prize was not bigger

And the cost was not lower

Oh – and the shame?

Hark the bugles wail!

Shame – it’s war all over again!

That we knowing no better

Still anticipate its promise

For a life so much sweeter

Twice we struck the flint

And sparks flew hot for war

Thrice and it will light our pyre!

Cheung-Ling Wong

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