Poetry: Landmines
Author/Origin: George R. Emmett george.emmett|SPAMFLTER@SPATMFLTERnextra.at |
(Monday 20 August 2001 )
Mainly they maim, sometimes they kill,
They’re easy to plant, to remove them needs skill;
Mostly they’re found at the cost of a limb
Condemning the payer to a life wholly grim,
But worst of all, and this we abhor,
They go off in peace and rarely in war,
Their victims not soldiers, but civilians instead
Who live in their presence a life full of dread
And this can continue long after a war
Destroying the peace that many died for.
Where they’ve been sown no one can farm
Because of the risk to life, leg and arm,
Thus those who escape may suffer hunger,
Yet this won’t deter a ruthless warmonger
Who, for ill-gotten gains, any war flames will fan;
So, if peace we can’t have, land mines we must ban.
