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To those that think the war is over

Looking around
it’s harder to find the war today
no handsome, embedded
reporters stand
in the dust or sand
and experience technical difficulties
with the satellite hookup

no news of any particular
wonderful, dedicated soldier
he was always sure of what he wanted
dying and his or her family
struggling with words, tears

no, today the war
is apparently over
the news is SARS and
the latest child’s body
lost or found in
DNA testing

still, even though you might think
that the economy is the
next big issue for the so
called president

the fact is that for
the rest of us
the war is never over

because none of the dead
were worth it
none of the killed
were worth it
none of the freed
were worth it
none of the no longer tortured
and maimed
were worth it

In terms of
ending war

since
like makes like
war makes war

and the war isn’t over

it’s hiding, and

there is no war on terrorism
because

war is
terrorism, and

there was a better way
but the first man
to run out of ideas
threw the first
punch which didn't take
long since they've
had this idea
all along

You there, reading this, face it,

You are the war,
I am the war,
we are the place
the war came from
we are the place it
went to hide

the war is still here, with us
as long as there is lack
of light or love in
any ounce of the body.

As long as we are not pure light we are
part of the dark

It’s our lack of
totality that
creates
partiality

If you don’t see the war today
look in the mirror
and ask

am I truly at peace
today

or am I still
one of the

warmakers?

-Paul Stokstad
Fairfield, Iowa, 2003