Coming Wars

J Jan Oskar Hansen Jan Oskar Hansen
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Coming War. The sky is silent no flight overhead except screaming military jets there are soldiers in the wood, guns at the ready. The dog that follows me on my walks, took fright and disappeared in the underground. As I walked past them they ignored my greetings. Deep silence, am I their target? Vultures in the sky circling about, waiting to hear shots and a possible meal…Me. A sharp order from an officer and the soldiers marched in an opposite direction. The dog rejoins me I’m not its owner so it didn’t feel it had to risks its life for me. The warning of wars coming this way, sure as thunder and storm.60 years of peace, save Balkans, in Europe It’s spooky. People of Europe feel it too hence the haste to go back to their own countries, where they will feel safe huddled together waiting for the battle that will end the perverted lethargy hanging over us. When the storm has passed the survivor will feel energized work hard to build a new Europe; and say: “No more Wars”

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