Tomorrow will be today

When I was very young war seemed, to me, to be too far away from me. We had a wonderful childhood! But as I grew up it came closer - a lot closer, with many soldiers from ANZAC going to Vietnam. I even went into an anti-Vietnam war protest march in Victoria St, Hamilton NZ, while I was still at school. There were quite a few other students. Not too long after that I joined the NZ Army - I thought I should join to stop war! I was a Corporal when I finally left. I still didn't truly understand war, but at that stage women were not supposed to actually fight on the war front. I have understood, too many years, what war is - and who starts it. Have a read of this poem and see if you really understand, not only the history but today.


Listen to music they wrote about war
Try and understand words
You must know whatever they say
They're singing about what occurred
They sang about the Holocaust
PNG and Vietnam
And nuclear bombs which hit Japan
And Spain, Korea and Guam
What weapons did they use years ago?
What do they use today?
What ships sail out to fight other ships?
What subs crept into a bay?
Too many people are slaughtered each year
Too young, too old, full of dread
No-one mourns, no-one can help
And no-one cares if they're dead
WW1, WW2, ANZAC's still memory
For Australia and New Zealand
Afghan, Iran, Sudan and ISIS
What happens most can't withstand
What weapons did they use years ago?
What do they use these days?
What ships sail out to fight other ships?
What subs crept into a bay?
Do you listen to music they wrote about war?
Do you understand the words?
Too much war, too many refugees
The meaning has become too blurred
We dream of the future, our hope of no war
That seems like a long time away
Just what can we do to survive in friendship?
Tomorrow will be today
What weapons did they use years ago?
What do they use these days?
What ships sail out to fight other ships?
What subs crept into a bay?
Just what can we do to survive in friendship?
Tomorrow will be today

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