My wife Sandra, (Facebook page Sandra Yates), has for some years been writing poetry as a hobby.
She has recently become interested in politics, and has joined the Labour party. During the Labour party conference, the issue of, “pressing the button” arose which generated a great deal of comment in the media and amongst members of the party. It also caused Sandra to recall a poem which she had written some 25 years ago. This is it.
“Desolation”
The grass is white: In England
The cattle graze no more
In once luxuriant pastures
Enjoyed by them before.
The trees are bare: In England
The birds no longer rest
Within once laden branches
So safely in their nest.
There is silence now: In England
No children's voices bring
To once vivacious playgrounds
A happy, lively ring.
What happened to the grass and trees?
What hushed the child at play?
What happened to the cows and birds,
What made them die away?
Well, a finger pressed the button
Meant only for 'defence'.
They said, “We'll never use it.”
Yet they did … to great expense.
Our destruction is so futile,
To what purpose was their aim?
There cannot be a victor,
No 'spoils of war' to claim.
I write, before we perish,
Here in the aftermath.
My finger tracing in the dust
Our country's epitaph.
The cattle graze no more
In once luxuriant pastures
Enjoyed by them before.
The trees are bare: In England
The birds no longer rest
Within once laden branches
So safely in their nest.
There is silence now: In England
No children's voices bring
To once vivacious playgrounds
A happy, lively ring.
What happened to the grass and trees?
What hushed the child at play?
What happened to the cows and birds,
What made them die away?
Well, a finger pressed the button
Meant only for 'defence'.
They said, “We'll never use it.”
Yet they did … to great expense.
Our destruction is so futile,
To what purpose was their aim?
There cannot be a victor,
No 'spoils of war' to claim.
I write, before we perish,
Here in the aftermath.
My finger tracing in the dust
Our country's epitaph.
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