The Future Is Tomorrow

Tomorrow is the near future. I live near a stream that has been running dry for years there used to be a winter lake too, now drained as a landing pad for military helicopters trees around get dusty like tired soldiers on the western front. There is edginess in Europa, many years of peace the monster, that lurks in mankind awakes. We think we know the enemy, as usual, we are wrong when listening to the voice of antagonism. A new page of history written we don’t know which side to choose, when millions of people killed and the last bomb dropped, then it doesn’t matter which sides we choose. Poets will write for peace; few will listen to their warnings. The new peace can last, but only so long, because the human mind is bent on war; this is our tragedy the voice for peace is a child cry in the symphony of the battlefield.