Victory & A Glorious Peace…
It was just a postcard. Propaganda, a rousing smoothing over of Hell
With words to inspire: ‘Victory’ and then ‘Glorious Peace’.
An array of flags fly, whilst two biplanes from the banners emerge
Like a pair of dragonflies ascending from a lustrous blooming bouquet…
It is just a postcard. There is no mention of those who fell.
Angels hover with wreaths of glory, between a sedate English village at ease,
Its parish church evident, and a farm, where a horse-pulled plough makes a surge
Forth to a better world and into a lasting peace with a determined foray…
It remains just a postcard. Airmen return, sailors approach the white cliffs with tales to tell
And pristine infantrymen, rifles high upon shoulders, appeased
By victory, march homeward, the war over, but bearing an insatiable urge
To leave behind the dead, the maimed, the shell-shocked, the ruin, the waste and the unforgettable disarray…
Pete Ray…
31st May 2026…
A postcard lent to me by a friend, which really made me think…
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