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Explosive Emergence of a “Monster Bomb”

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By Lynn Ockersz

 

Years into the uneasy calm,

That’s been sitting broodingly,

On the Isle’s contested parts,

There’s been unearthed,

From the depths of the blood-red soil,

A long-slumbering “Monster Bomb”,

With a TNT load that staggers the mind,

But officialdom’s only reaction,

Would be to make light of the find,

By saying that it is a useless a piece of history,

That could be now put out of mind,

But for the conscience-filled few,

There’s no escaping the thought,

That the brutalities of war,

Wrought by mass destruction weapons,

And other instruments of dread,

Run deep into the heart and mind,

And rankle there offering no respite,

Unless healed by reconciling thoughts,

And there’s no disputing the lesson,

Writ on history’s wall,

That war’s hatreds feed on each other,

And bring to nought,

All efforts of uniting peoples,

Under a single flag.

 

 

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