Arms are what we cuddle with to sympathise a loss
And what we use when working to get credit from our boss
And what we hold our children with to cradle them asleep
And help wipe away a teardrop with when we see somebody weep
But other arms can hurt when they’re in the form of guns
And bombs and rockets in armouries with explosive’s by the ton’s
Those arms are never friendly causing destruction everywhere
In the wrong hands they are lethal with the mayhem that they share
It takes both kinds of arms to ignite this kind of fusion
And embracing reasons why we fight can cause so much confusion
But arms can give a hand to shake in a peace agreement deal
And sign an arms embargo which our leaders should gladly seal
Leave weaponry arms to the military who keep us safe and sound
Away from all the evilness this world in past has found
Our bodily arms should help us as we earn our living pay
And cuddle, caress and help us love as we go from day to day
And the world would be a better place no mass killing’s everywhere
And for once we’d have the kind of world for everyone to share
And our children would grow up with a love of an everlasting peace
And all of this could be achieved if the sale of arms should cease
By Tony Gorman
The Killing Fields of the Somme 1st July 2016 by/Tony Gorman
In the fields where once the trenches were
White crosses stand in place
Of an inhuman battle fought there
In that frightening open space
For the soldiers that died there
Were just fodder as bullets flew
As their leaders sat in safety
While the corpses grew and grew
Up and over was the call there
As in mouth a whistle blew
Fear of being shot for cowardice
For it happened to quite a few
As the Somme saw souls ascending
From those bodies wrecked and torn
No quarters there was given
No time to weep or mourn
Had their leaders got no conscience
Sending men to suicide
As the blood flowed from those falling
In that open countryside
When the guns at last were silenced
And the battle scene was seen
The earth had lost its colour
A dark red where once was green
To the men that died we remember you
And we honour your lives today
But to those who forced you die there
All shame should come your way
On that battle field where crosses stand
To show that war is wrong
We hoped a lesson could be learned
From the battle of the Somme
Thanks Tony.
It’s a pleasure to read your work. Hope you’re keeping well!
Thanks Eoghan/FRG Admin
You enhance my poems with the pictures you put to complement them, we make a good team.
Many thanks
Tony