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War Without End

A Poem by:

Jan Oskar Hansen

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So many sparrows fall from the late September sky
one fell in front of me with a clunk, which made me
think of 9/11 people throwing themselves
out of windows and the worldwide terror that this
tragedy unleashed, that day when the whole world,
for a brief moment, mourned with USA.


Picked up the sparrow, its chest heaving, seconds
ticking fast, I had been thinking of old dictators,
are we cruel to keep them alive? Sitting in small
cells, eating muffins and thinking of the days when
their words were the law. Should we give them
a plot of land to till, to nurse life, not take it?


To rinse bloody hands in clean soil is also good
for us who have illegally occupied Iraq - a war -
and let loose the screaming monster called terror
that will, if we don’t clean our hands, engulf
the whole world ... but I hear a whisper that says:
“If we use the ultimate bomb we’ll win the war.”


So many sparrows fall from sunny September
sky, the one I held in the palm of my hand is
still, grey beak, job done and there won’t be
more springs, it fought no wars, avoided hawks,
lived for the moment, was not conscious of any
god. Laid the bird under a bush and walked on.


Jan Oskar Hansen
Copyright © 2004

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