Haven't We Had Enough War Yet?

Haven’t We Had Enough War Yet?

Each and every war America has ever been in has been fought on a basis of lies . . . And from those lies evil rises and atrocities happen, Why?

War is hell, it’s build on lies, deceit and misinformation. And the innocent always die, always they lose their innocence. The Civil War had its raiders and Sherman’s march to the sea, Andersonville, Rhode Island . . . Then there was The Maine, Pearl Harbor, The Cuban Missile Crises, The Bay Of Tonkin, Desert Storm and now Iraq . . .

War is a tool of politics and we little people are its pawns. They tell us their lies and we believe them.

March 14, 1968 in a little Hamlet in Vietnam, 120 American soldiers killed hundreds of innocent old men, women and babies. They raped, killed and butchered as low as 300 and as high as 500. The exact numbers no body will ever know. And it all happened in four short hours and no one was watching . . .

How high did the responsibility go? Was it policy? Everyone denies it, but that’s always the case. Nothing would have happened but a grunt wrote letters to a General and it was passed on for investigation. It landed on the desk of a Major Powell, he never even met with the soldier that wrote the letter, but with his commanding officer. And in the end, he reported back what his bosses wanted to hear.

And when another soldier went further, writing letters to Senators, Congressmen, the President, Joint Chiefs . . .
The lid was off the jar and its rotting contents were spewing out everywhere . . . And our Major Collin Powell couldn’t escape the backlash, so he just pleaded ignorance about the massacre . . . And rose in the ranks.

We believed in a soldier, his so called good name and then we wonder why? Why was he part of all that Iraq junk? If it looks like a goat, bays like a goat, it must be a goat.


Dan Hanosh
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My Books: The World Outside My Window, AuthorHouse, 2004

Soon to come, Sleepless Nights


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Are There Wonders of the World Anymore?

Are There Wonders of the World, Anymore?



We only have one wilderness left. And the mysteries are quickly being solve, what are we going to do when all our challenges are gone?



Far fetched . . . Maybe, but everyone is looking for their own mystery to solve and if everyone did, how many would be left to wonder about?



They found Herod’s tomb, learned how the Inca’s built their bridges and they even built small pyramids with just their own hands. Evolution seems to be the solution, the big bang our birth and in all likelihood a meteor will be our death. We’ve been to the moon, under the icecaps and if there were a way we’d travel back in time or to another galaxy.



Worm holes, alien life, planets like our own, we’re searching for the next exploration, the next exciting adventure and we’re finding it’s been done before.



Dan Hanosh

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Babylon Revisited

Babylon Revisited

Only Suffering

War started today,
our missiles banged
into Baghdad,
disappointment has crept
into my thoughts,
for my country
started the war.

We watched as
if we were innocent,
viewing scenes of death and
dying, strategies were
discussed as in sport,
all are guilty, like
the nazi’s, for not saying
no, for not protesting.

Each action will
be recorded, remembered,
discussed, so it will
never happen again, but
it will, it always does,
I wonder, who will be
remembered as being
right, no one yet knows.

I am saddened,
saddened that we forgot,
that war is hell and death
is forever, that prisoners
are tortured and war
never brings peace,
only suffering.

Dan Hanosh
Dreams are yours to Share

My Books: The World Outside My Window, AuthorHouse, 2004
Soon to come, Sleepless Nights

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The Civil War Truth . . . The Brave Few April 30 2007

The Civil War truth . . . The Brave Few April 30 2007

Ever wanted to feel the feelings during the fighting of the American Civil War, through the eyes of the soldier?

Civil War Poetry fills in so many pieces. Pieces that history never thought to be important . . . Things like, what it must have been like. Stories of fear, pain, sorrow the feelings closest to the battle field. In the words of poets like Stephen Crane, Ralph Waldo Emerson, Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, Oliver Wendell Homes, Jr., Herman Melville, Henry Thoreau, Walt Whitman and many others.

Words written when it occurred, at the moment, the brave few picked up a pen and wrote a poem giving us glimpse into what it was like . . . To live, to fight, to die a soldier’s death.

Confederate Poetry:

The Jacket of Gray . . . By Caroline Augusta Ball 

Fold it up carefully, lay it aside;

Tenderly touch it, look on it with pride;

For dear to our hearts must it be evermore,

The jacket of gray our loved soldier-boy wore…

The Little Drummer Boy . . . By Fanny Falks

At the Prison Hospital, St. Louis

“Looking wishfully as if there was something still on his mind he said:

‘My Mother was a good woman, too. She would treat a poor sick

 prisoner

kindly, and if she were with your son she would kiss him.’”…

Confederate Civil War Poetry

Union Poetry:

O Captain! My Captain! . . . Walt Whitman

O Captain! my Captain! out fearful trip is done,

The ship has weathered every rack, the prize we sought is won,

The port is near, the bells I hear, the people all Exulting,

While follow eyes the steady keel, the vessel grim and daring;

But O heart! heart! heart!

O the bleeding drops of red,

where on the deck my Captain lies,

Fallen cold and dead…

Killed At The Ford . . . By Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

He is dead, the beautiful youth,

The heart of honor, the tongue of truth,

He, the life and light of us all,

Whose voice was blithe as a bugle-call,

Whom all eyes followed with one consent,

The cheer of whose laugh, and whose pleasant word,

Hushed all murmurs of discontent…

Union Civil War Poetry

Dan Hanosh

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Of all the candidates two stand out

Of all the Candidates, two stand out

Dennis Kucinich and John Edwards stood out among all the Democratic Candidates . . . Mr. K. he would stop funding this Iraq crap instantly and Mr. E. he would help the world and give back the America that has been hijacked by the greedy . . .

And the rest, the just murmured in the background . . . The same promises, with stipulations . . . I’m tired of failure, I’m tired of the hatred, of war and hunger in the world. Ask yourself why? Why are gas prices growing at a ridiculous rate?

Believe what you will, but I won’t do the same . . . All you have to do is look at their income sheet and then you’ll know . . .

In this election, I’m not looking for more of the same . . . Not a wiry Bush, nor a sly Clinton. Obama, I’m not sure he can see anything but color . . . That’s not who I am. The man from New Mexico certainly is wise and so is the one with Rode Island ties. Although I’m not sure where they stand, they may just be another company man.

The others I don’t think will be much a treat and yet their there to take my time away from me. And I wonder, when is someone going to rise above the hate, to unite the great states, to build the American Dream once more.

Dan Hanosh
Dreams are yours to Share

My Books: The World Outside My Window, AuthorHouse, 2004
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