Beatrice G. Davis
81 years old
I am a retired educator, who writes educational materials and poetry. My poems have won contests, appeared in a variety of publications including the recently published anthology, Songs of Seasoned Women
They Call It Victory
They Call It Victory
still they come, grief-filled coffins
engulfed by a sea of tears
suppressed rage weighed down by death
how can they rest in peace
others say it is needed, won’t back down
continue to plan their tomorrows
ignore lessons from the past
say, this is victory, forget forget
forget until caught up by death
old stories are told and retold
endings changed colored with condescension
embellished with conceit and haughtiness
young ears hear, but never seem to learn
that blood is red, All blood is red
still they come, the grief-filled coffins
in this endless war some call victory
Beatrice G. Davis
Compassionate Sacrifice
Compassionate Sacrifice
wrapped in shrouds of silence
coffins draped in once
proud colors arrive secretly,
unseen lest they disturb
patriotic citizens who
sacrifice peace of mind
while watching the nightly news
so much stuff to worry about...
who will be the next American Idol
what about Paris, Brittany
how much shopping will help the war effort
where to make dinner reservations
stick another Save Our Troops decal
on the rear of the car for all to see
War is truly hell!
Beatrice G. Davis
Then and Now
Then and Now
A long war time ago
I wrote letters
to servicemen I knew
many I didn't know
rolled bandages
knit socks
bought war bonds
sorted food stamps for my mother
read newspapers
listened to the radio
to hear about the war
It was the patriotic thing to do
This war time
I'm told to "go shopping"
even if I don't want to
I really don't want to.
Sadly, I can not be
a patriotic citizen anymore.
Beatrice G. Davis
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