Reading @Enoch's latest poem Give Peace a Chance made me think of the following poem written by my own mother back in 1935 at the tender age of 13.
Peace or War?
How must the question be decided,
Shall we have peace or war?
In this we must be undivided,
For war can only mar.
The world is mad so people say,
And who would have it so?
Those who wish it, mad are they,
And madness leads to woe.
Yet peace, it is a lovely thing −
To live with one another
As happy as
Today marks seventy five years since an atomic bomb was detonated over the Japanese city of Hiroshima, followed three days later by one being detonated over Nagasaki. No-one will ever know how many tens or hundreds of thousands died as a result.
I was born just over two years after these horrific events, and grew up in post-war England where I remember a constant national worry about a possible nuclear war. The term "four minute warning" still echoes in my head to this day. That was conside
About ten or so years back I was doing a fair amount of creative writing and had even put a little of it online. One of my pieces even appeared in the 2007 Fall Anthology "The Rainy Day" here on GA. Then paid work (from which I am now retired), voluntary work (particularly in the LGBT-support field - in which I am still involved) and various other things (such as developing my creative skills in digital photography) all managed to get in the way and I reluctantly decided to put my creative writi
