The Enemy

poem by: John Pegg
Written on Feb 17, 2017

We met the enemy, and like a mirror, saw ourselves.
Not gods or devils,
But wretched men of flesh and bone,
Lost sorrowing souls
In which the flame of love once dwelt.

(Author's note. A very short poem but hopefully very powerful. How is the enemy viewed by the opposing force? It is often said that 'one man's terrorist is another man's freedom fighter'. Are they all saints or all sinners? I let the reader decide.)

Tags: sad, depressing, deep, dark,

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Christopher Russon commented:

I agree short but true.well written.

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