War Prayer a Poem

Have we retained in remembrance the captivity of our forefathers? Have we pondered their struggles in gaining freedom to secure the self-determination of children they would never live to see, who they would never live to bear. Many giving their lives on some forgotten battle ground as they bleed out their last few breathes hoping that they had not died in vain. They are the founders of our freedom, not related by blood but never the less related in the sacrifice of their blood.

    ALL FATHERS’ PRAYERS

The wind was gentle yet it blew    

Across hill and vale and township too.

As all lay sleeping from the work

Of cannon sword and rifles blurt.

The instruments of blood and gore

Were shattered broken and no more

As worth to future soldiers true

Were lost in the horrors of the war.

Oh God protect our sons from war

Comrade friend and foe alike

Now lay as statues cold and ripe

The heat of battle now is o’re

And these men in arms are now no more.

Mother, Father, and girl friend Lou

Are praying for the future of the two

In reunion cheated not a few.

Oh God preserve our sons from war.

Then in a moment one has stirred

And saved from the carnage of the sword

Then another –Then its two!!!!

Then THREE, then FIVE then many more

And all have risen from the floor

A new call now has come!!

To play Fireman, Doctor, Dentist too

Then all arose in one accord

And little feet ran out the door.

Oh God save our sons from war.

The wind was gentle yet it blew

Across hill and vale and township too

Not knowing what was done

Or the seriousness of such infant fun.

The whine of sirens- and firemen come

To extinguish fire and flames for fun

As the dog is dispossessed

And dress her in Mom’s finest dress

The doghouse is now a soaking mess.

Oh God bless us with no wars.         

 By: Richard Wayne Norman Author of "American Handbook on Guns Ammo and Freedom"