Reflections at Amiens
A stone in the ground for each life taken,
A marker declaring the body forsaken.
A tooth for a tooth, an eye for an eye,
But how many more must die?
The mothers mourn – their sons won’t waken.
The fathers stand, composed but shaken.
The children watch and wonder why,
They’re told it’s time to say goodbye.
How long until we see an end,
To wars that wound more than they save?
How long until the battles cease
In lands so scarred, they may not mend?
How long until we see this hallowed crop decrease,
and cultivate instead the living brave?
Luke has an array of poems that I’m eager to share with you all, so please stay tuned for more! He submitted the photo of the cemetery at Villers-Bretonneux near Amiens
