Nuclear Winter
Both winner and loser give voice to their regret,
for in this race to nowhere, there’s nowhere left to get.
Noting the deficiency of all that’s left to win,
they march around in circles, from here to where they’ve been.
Observing all the patterns followed from the start,
the trophy that they’ve won is, alas, a purple heart.
Prompt words today are winner, observe, regret, march, deficiency and nowhere. Image by Sharon Waldron on Unsplash.
Do you find this first comment on my blog ironic? This is a screen shot of my first notification, immediately after posting the above war poem:
lifelessons - a blog by Judy Dykstra-Brown 
A winner, so sad, and touches me from both my dad and my brother, both long gone now.
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Pyrrhicism at its (best?).
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Not really skepticism, Ron– more a comment on the inanity of war, especially now that we have stockpiled armaments so lethal that a major war could blow us all up!!!
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Someone who goes by “Stalin” would, of course, like this post! 🤔
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