WAR

 

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With arms held high in suffocating sufferance to the inevitability of war being the final solution to any peace.

Heaven is sought as the final refuge to finding a release!

Truth died when freedom was lied to!

Pray to die before the lie takes hold and eats innocence in the first blast.

Praying it’s not your life lost, but that yours will last,

Until the futility of man overcomes greed and insecurity,

Not by a war on peace, but a peace sustained without human debris.

Ah, but to dream the unreachable, to touch God’s knowledge and ask why!

War has no place for the innocent, it’s a hell in which to die!

© 2015, Danny Kemp. All rights reserved.

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About Danny Kemp

I was at work one sunny November day in 2006, stopped at a red traffic light when a van, driven incompetently, smashed into me. I was taken to St Thomas' Hospital and kept in for a while, but it was not only the physical injuries that I suffered from; it was also mental ones. I had lost confidence in myself let alone those around me. The experts said that I had post-traumatic stress disorder, which I thought only the military or emergency personnel suffered from. On good days, I attempted to go to work, sometimes I even made it through Blackwell Tunnel only to hear, or see, something that made me jump out of my skin and that's when the anxiety attacks would start. I told my wife that I was okay and going regularly, but I wasn't. I could not cope with life and thought about ending it. Somehow or other with the help of my wife and medical professionals, I managed to survive and ever so slowly rebuild my self-esteem. It took almost four years to fully recover, but it was during those dark depressive days that I began to write. My very first story, Look Both Ways, Then Look Behind, found a literary agent but not a publisher. He told me that I had a talent, raw, but nevertheless, it was there. His advice was to write another story and that I'm delighted to say, I did. The success of that debut novel, The Desolate Garden, was down to sheer hard work, luck, and of course, meeting a film producer.
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2 Responses to WAR

  1. chika2b says:

    that a few of us survived
    and now we get to thrive
    for in the end
    life will mend
    and if we only look a little further
    beyond the emptiness of war
    we may finally see and surrender
    to the peace that is not far
    but instead, has always being
    part of us
    within

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