Mary Lou Uechtritz: Rabaul, the frangipani town, loses a flower
The disorientation of a transitional people in a confused world

A New War


The calmness of the ocean
Speaks of a new war
Coming from the horizon
Where eyes can see no more

Where ears can no longer hear
Minds can no longer imagine
Where there are no fears
Where there are no margins

There is a war to be fought
Calling over the horizon
To lay down all negative thoughts
To put all weapons down

There is a call to fight this war
A call to build a new town
To pull down the old walls
And lay all weapons down

There is a new war
Calling for new recruits
Weaponless soldiers
To be armed with peace

From Raymond Girana’s first collection of poetry, ‘Referendum Poems’, in publication


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