The War Is Over?
Now it’s just to wait;
To watch with wonderment
The anarchy, the plundering;
The few,
The new
Assassinations
As the factions vie for place;
Young bordellos, for
Bordellos follow war;
If, before, the despot reigned,
Monstrous drive-force stained
With blood,
Now the mob, like adolescents
With a taste of freedom, rage
Disquiet
Until riot
Is exhausted:
Wasted time.
Real peace and real order,
Borders, hoards will not transgress,
Lie beyond th´apocalypse
and further.
©The War Is Over 03.4.10
Our Times, Our Culture;
Arlene Corwin
Arlene Corwin Poetry 