
They can’t do it peacefully.
When we were young in times of stone.
Laws of war were not yet known.
Iron and steel were the laws of the land.
Victory was decided by the strength of your hand.
Hulking warriors grew obsolete.
Gunpowder guaranteed their defeat.
With armies possessing cannon and rifle.
Only luck made certain a warriors survival.
The advents of weapons did not end there.
Soldiers soon found another reason to beware.
Automatic guns would shred a mans flesh.
Iron armor was not battle dress.
On top of that there were chemical attacks.
Leaving men to die and grovel like filthy rats
The worse of the weapons had not come.
A weapon that would cause life to be undone.
The advent of a weapon that contains so much power.
Would be humanity’s dying hour.
My father was a paratrooper in the 11th Airborne, WWII – terrific picture. The poem itself is excellent.