Both sides of the orange make a half, <br />the round of the half makes the whole, <br />the whole of the half is all that is needed, <br />and the good ol’ boys come marching home. <br /> <br />The sense of the sentence is barely there, <br />the sense of it all is dust in the wind, <br />the tears of the wounded are barely worthwhile, <br />and the good ol’ boys come marching home. <br /> <br />The loss of the life is the sadness at night, <br />the loss of the innocence too, <br />the houses echo with the empty sounds, <br />and the good ol’ boys come marching home. <br /> <br />The logic hobbles as is shot in the foot, <br />the reason has known no regard, <br />the little boy laughs at the end of it all <br />and the good ol’ boys are left to roam.<br /><br />Claudia Fitzgerald<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/war-does-not-determine-who-is-right-only-who-is-left-bertrand-russell/
