[Redbook1:142A][19700416:0000][The
War Game][16th April 1970]
16.4.70.
Beneath Sacre-Coeur.
The War Game.
Do you see the
children
playing in the sun?
I'll show you
then the scene, the men,
I see in every one.
See you now
the game they play
-- the hide, the seek, the chase?
They play this
game that has no name
when Men come face to face.
Ah! Watch you there: the careful stalk,
the sudden yelling run
--
I might have seen him clad in green,
with vicious, spitting gun.
And
heard you then the hue and cry
as after him they ran?
In
that I hear the hate and fear
the Crowd holds for the Man.
And
did you see the fight they had,
the fists, the panting breath?
In
twenty years not just in tears it ends,
but just in death.
And
see -- behind the bush -- the one
with darting, frightened eyes:
So
soon, she knows -- the knowledge shows
-- that if she moves -- she dies.
Remember
now that school, that walks
in columns, four by four
--
Remember when you saw them, then,
when
they march off to war.
How
can you ask for total peace,
Why
do you hope and pray,
When
children draw the scene of war
with
every game they play?
“I well know, friend, what in the
end
our
hope is traded for;
but
while I hope, and try to cope
--
how will you fight this ... War?"
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