Thursday, 10 February 2011

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  1. The Price of Freedom

    A ghostly image of a soldier
    stood in the background,
    as a mother with a babe in her
    arms stood by a grave site.

    She lowly whispered, "Father
    this is your son. Son this is your
    father, he gave his life so
    that others might live."

    Shirley Smothers

    Being a woman and a vetered
    I realize that women die
    and leave behind families.
    I wrote this poem before women
    were allowed into battle conditions.
    Shirley

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  2. TRY TALKING

    Second of February 2002 I saw you.
    A young girl no more than twelve I'd say
    happily dancing in snow.
    The first snow of Winter they said.
    I wanted to reach out and join in your happiness
    but couldn't.
    You were after all thousands of miles away
    in the land of Mohammed.
    Afghanistan.
    Graveyard of empires.
    And yet there you were in my sitting room
    via the television.
    For weeks I had been watching the news.
    The unrelenting bombing of Tora Bora.
    Operation Enduring Freedom
    they called it.
    I watched in awe at this beautiful scene
    of a young girl dancing in snow.
    A brilliant white the sign of peace
    falling from high Heaven.
    What a contrast from B52's
    belching out their cargo of death
    in the sure knowledge that their enemies
    have nothing to reach them.
    They say love can move mountains.
    I say bombs will only distort them
    and strengthen the peoples resolve.
    History can and does repeat itself.
    Might is not always right
    Try talking.


    Michael " The Sheriff " Sheils

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