
Where have all the flowers gone, long time passing?
Girls with their tender hearts plucked them
Bending to the earth, sending dreams towards the sky
Gathering the petals of innocence
Weaving hope into the garlands of their dreams
Where have the young girls gone, long time passing?
Their laughter lost in the silent fields of grief
Their dreams and aspirations woven into the wind, carried on whispers
Where hands once clasped in promise
Now hold nothing but memories and fading scent
Where have all the young men gone, long time passing?
From the tender embrace of youth, to the stern call of duty
They marched in lines, with hearts beating strong
Into the fury of battles, into the silence of fields
Leaving behind only echoes, only whispers
Where have all the soldiers gone, long time passing?
Their songs now silenced, their dreams laid to rest
In the cold embrace of graveyards
Where flowers bloom anew, their petals bright and tender
Covering the earth with the soft whisper of remembrance
Where have all the graveyards gone, long time passing?
In fields where life begins anew, flowers bloom in their stead
The cycle of loss in a dance of futility
Girls still pick flowers, men still march to war
And flowers still cover the graves in the end
Where have all the flowers gone, long time passing?
Gone to graveyards, every one,
When will we ever learn, when will we ever learn?
That flowers and dreams, loss and tears
Are all that remain in the end

Afterword: This poem is a collaboration with the folk song “Where Have All the Flowers Gone” from the 1960s which carries a powerful anti-war message. The song poignantly illustrates the futility of war—girls pick flowers, they find partners, the men go to war, and eventually, they return only to graveyards covered in those same flowers. With over 50 armed conflicts raging in our world today, when will we ever learn: all that remains in the end is, loss?!
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So sad, the state of the country, the words of this poem. I pray the upcoming election results in peace, prosperity, and happiness for our country and world. Prayers are powerful.
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Prayers are indeed powerful. I share the same sentiments as you. Lets shine our positivity in the spaces we occupy ☮️ ❤️ 🕊️ ❤️
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❤️❤️❤️
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🙏🏽🙏🏽🙏🏽
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Poignantly beautiful Dawn!
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Poignant indeedy. My prayer is that we learn to love each other and live in peace. ☮️ thanks for dropping by deary 💕🎉💕
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My pleasure Dawn 🤗💕
That is what we are all praying for 🙏
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Amen 🙏🏽
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Beautifully penned, Dawn. War is one thing I will never understand.
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Me either. We go to war to make peace. How oxymoronic !!! Lord help us!!!
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My grandfather would always play this tape in his truck and it had that song on it, along with “This Land is Your Land”, “Lemon Tree”, etc. I loved that tape.
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Oh ok. I don’t know those other songs. I woke up with “where have all the flowers honey” on my mind. Haven’t heard it in YEARS!! So churned it over and over till this poem came about. Thanks for dropping by!!
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“Lemon Tree” by Peter, Paul and Mary. You’ve probably heard it!
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I’ll take a listen. Thanks for sharing Melissa!!! 🎉🙏🏽🎉
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Poignant prose and reminders Dawn. Yes, our endless wars are futile, but fueled by petty and greedy men, and now the robust military industrial complex which thrives on conflict.
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I know Brad. We spend more on weapons than food, healthcare etc. thanks for stopping by. Good to read from you as usual.
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You’ve crafted a beautiful poem from this ballad. Heartbreaking reality about the futility of war.
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Futile yet it seems the default is war, crime, violence!!!
As always, appreciate you missey Sadje!! 🎉💕🎉
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Hope your poem makes a difference. 🤗
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I pray so
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Amen 🙏🏼
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