You babble about hope, forgiveness and peace when bodies are piled in ditches, I hear you but have to digress;
I cannot listen but talk what you please.
Of future spring and sun-warm’d sweet tomorrow I know nothing, I only see lead colored clouds of murder. I listed to soldiers getting drunk on pillage and greed, how they talked about looting, about raping our children.
You talk about love, when only a month into war, the only thing growing is hatred. In the pit of my stomach the venom of vengeance is growing. I crave to see fear in the eyes of my foes, I want them to cry before I lovingly rip the life from their bodies.
You talk about mankind, while what I see with my eyes, speaks nothing of kindness, nor of man.
You say life, but I only hear lies.
Today I could not write about sunshine or hope. I think we have come to a point when hate is boiling in so many hearts. This piece of prose contains this line: “Talk what you please of future spring and sun-warm’d sweet tomorrow.” – from the poem A Daughter of Eve by Christina Rossetti.
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A very timely write, Bjorn. The situation in Ukraine grows more dire every day. I am so reminded of Hitler in his time, marching through countries, killing millions of Jews as the world sat for far too long doing nothing.
This line says it all: “You talk about mankind, while what I see with my eyes, speaks nothing of kindness, nor of man.”
I haven’t been to dVerse for awhile but your interpretation here, rips me apart. Timely truth.
Sick of the lies too.
Hope you will have time to return… nice having yoou
This is incredibly timely and heart-wrenching, Bjorn. Especially resonate with; “I only see lead colored clouds of murder. I listed to soldiers getting drunk on pillage and greed.” Thank you so much for writing to the prompt.
I hear you Sanaa. It does shout LIE indeed
yet we must struggle within ourselves to see the hope of peace there and the return to rebuilding soon
Much💜love
Wow, our poems, our POV and message are perfect book ends tonight; far out. How does a poet turn their face away from such horror?
Wow, Björn, your last line…….
Bjorn, you captured the horrors of war. This is a powerful piece. I don’t know how we can all let this continue. ❤
I hear you, Bjorn and I feel everything you are saying. How do we even sleep at night as this continues? And are we really supposed to feel helpless? I don’t think so. That is the part where we fail.
Wow! what an intense expression of hopelessness as the war rages on and people die!
Raw and all too real. The voice in this is sad and chilling, war is not a pretty, poetic thing.
“I hear you but have to digress.”
I feel your unbridled rage in this. You are so much closer to these non-fictions where you are.
Amazing depth of thought!
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Life is a lie …. by Bjorn Brudberg
Anguish and rage makes this a very raw write and that impactful last line!
Moved me to tears.
The hate you write of, the horrific rage, the helplessness we feel … all of it palpable in our lives. I cannot imagine the devastation in Ukraine, even though I watch as it happens on a screen ~ A SCREEN!
A brilliant poem, Björn…some very raw imagery, and the last line says it all
One retired US general has suggested the US begin an effort like the Berlin airlift. Now to convince the powers that be to do it. Legislators are far more concerned about who sleeps in whose bed, who stands for a song at an athletic event, and what women do with their bodies to become involved in fighting the real evil.