War Poetry

The transistor belted out speech after speech about the same old things.

Patriotism, valour, war, death and more death.

It was supposed to be encouraging, it was supposed to inspire those left at home to go on with life. The crackling electrical surge that was passing, characteristic of those times, sighed in despair. These two-legged creatures were so strange. They sent their men away even though they didn't want them to go. The men went to this 'front' even though they were scared of never coming back. They all hid their true feelings, only the children catching the mood and crying, a mixture of fear and confusion.

The surge had travelled all over the warring world. It had seen the same scenario everywhere. It had seen the late night despair of the young men, little more than children, in the trenches, it had felt the deep, hidden anguish of every telegram, every letter home. It picked up what the ears of creatures attuned to the highest frequencies missed. It passed the silent tears of futility, the blank silences of surety on the airwaves. It was affected, it was deeply scarred, but unlike these humans, it was doomed to go on forever. It would never get to die.