Friday 13th November, 2015

I was on a year abroad for uni in Strasbourg, having been there for a few months, when the Paris attacks happened on Friday 13th November 2015. Being several hundred miles away, on the edge of the country, it’s not the worst thing a person can live through by any means at all, but it was probably the time in that year I felt the most home-sick, and so I wrote down the thoughts that went through my head, with history in mind given that that’s the subject I study. I stumbled across it today while looking for something else and it seemed somewhat relevant again, with the 3rd US Presidential debate starting in a few hours and a Tory MP’s proposals to check refugee children’s teeth to verifytheir age, a horrifically dehumanising idea. I’m lucky to be one of the ones least affected by danger in the world.

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I’m scared,
J’ai peur,
That today will be the day
That future historians will study
As the one which
To World War Three.
And this will be a true war
Not a ‘fought by a few war’
Like the European squabbles of World War One war.
Or the staring match, flexing match
Of the largely Western Cold War.

But we’ll still have the nukes
Keeping us cooped
Beneath the heavy sky,
Looking out with one eye
For The Button to be pressed
While at the same time it’s stressed
That we’ll be safe
If we only send more
Boots and bullets on the ground.
While drones fly
Every night
To terrorise.

But luckily for me at least
They won’t fly o’er my country
Of green and patriotic hills.
But instead they’ll prey on foreign lands,
Shooting death at foreign hands,
Those of our enemies

And I wonder how many will die
In this war ahead of us.
Whether conscription will be drafted in,
Churches absolving their flock of sin
To join the fight
That keeps thousands awake at night,
And I wonder
Whether the children of this war
Will grow up
To fear birds
And people,
Because both bring death
Before one can draw breath,
If they even get to grow up at all.
And retalitary strikes
Down sidestreets and turnpikes
Against those who, through whited eyes,
Are the enemy.

I’m scared.

I see this war coming
And I fear it.

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