14 Mar 2024

Someday When the War is Over

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"No one won the last war, no one will win the next war" Eleanor Roosevelt  


Someday when the war is over, we’ll sweep all the rubble, the ruins, and the wreckage, their bombs left behind, we’ll clear all the roads they blocked, we’ll mend the bridges they tore, we’ll wipe the sad face off our defaced town. 

Someday when the war is over heather will grow out of the burned grass. Daisy’s will spring out of bullet holes. Lavender will blanket the cemetery ground.

Someday when the war is over, we will dare to dream again. We’ll light a candle and rejoice that we’ve lived another year, grown another inch, learned another lesson

Someday when the war is over, the burials will come to an end, the river of blood, will turn blue again

I know when the war is over, we’ll build a new home, a new village, a new playground.

We’ll count the years we’ve lost. We’ll learn to forget, we’ll never forget

Yes for now, the enormous ogre of war is crushing us under its feet, swallowing our peace, hiding under our beds, shaking us awake at night, shattering all the windows, blowing down every door we hide behind.

But I know someday when the war is over, we will smile again, we will dance again, we will sing again. And after we write the war story, we will write a new story.

When our grandchildren ask us: “who won the war?” We’ll say:

“To the bodies we buried in haste, to the bodies we never found, to the futures we planned but never had, no one won the war.”

Someday when the war is over, we will carry our satchels to school again, we might not have crayons, our pencils may be short and dull, but we will write again, we will draw rainbows again.

We don’t know how many more years, the war will take, but someday when the war is over, we will demolish the statues of men who call for war, and grow a garden instead.

We will have enough bread, we will have warm blankets,

We will tell stories around the fire, we will point at the stars

We will sleep through the night again, someday when the war is over.