Ceasefire

Guns are silent now.
Quiet rings the ruins.
Calm reigns in craters.

You won the war.
You were not defeated.
Funny to say that.
Enemy says the same.

Look at your success.
Survey your victory.
Among the crumbling buildings
Among smashed cars and trucks.

Look you at the
Frightened faces, young.
Trace the tear track
Deep in the skin.

Martin Delemare
16th August 2006