they missed him,
until his death
would buy him peace
"more time at his home"
Mike Hendershot 2009
3 Apr 09
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this 'lil limerick makes its poignant point like a bayonet into the heart of the reader -- the rhyme drives it home
at the cost of many souls, another viet nam in making,pushing into pakistan... but what are we to do but waste ourselves and money chasing and killing small groups of taliban when they will win over these countries in the end... what a waste
lonely death, lonely home, this is the price for peace ?
With just a few words this piece packs a powerful punch and is grounded in the truth of the matter. Good write.
until his death, is played out almost each day, and maybe more that we don't know about, the death numbers covered up, have you noticed that no one sees the flag draped coffins coming off the planes or laid out in a way we can honor our dead? i get the press or someone says that is a no-no and no one really knows or perhaps even cares,,,what are we today?
Don't give up your day job...Oh, by the bye, this is not a limerick as AlchemiA maintains.
My heart flops when I see "afghanistan calling" - an odd six digit number. I like "home."
This is more sentiment than poem. Repeated (how many?), endless, missed, time and peace are all abstractions, and they make up the bulk of the poem.