Never A Gain

Never A Gain

A Poem by Terry O'Leary

I’ve been asked to explain the words “Never A Gain”!
So I’ll limn it here plain, all that’s “Never A Gain”:

                              Death, destruction and pain define Never A Gain,
                              like a pale hurricane, warfare’s Never A Gain,
                              often wars steal terrain, plunder’s Never A Gain,
                              even wars on the wane, really Never A Gain,
                              over ten million slain, frankly Never A Gain.

                              Although diplomats feign (pretend’s Never A Gain) ,
                              and abuse might and main (thralldom’s Never A Gain),
                              trying tricks and chicane achieves Never A Gain.

                              Where the children have lain, voids are Never A Gain,
                              limber limbs torn in twain, doubly Never A Gain,
                              fearful famine, mundane, by God Never A Gain;
                              warriors say it’s humane though there’s Never A Gain.

                              Army hordes raising Cain exhume Never A Gain,
                              bloody battles, though vain, produce Never A Gain,
                              whether guns or cocaine, shots wreak Never A Gain;
                              though the dead don’t complain, dying’s Never A Gain.

                              Atom bombs from a plane bestow Never A Gain,
                              lethal neutrons aflame beget Never A Gain,
                              with a nuclear rain, all’s lost, Never A Gain.

                              In a sandy domain, victory’s Never A Gain.
                              Desert blood down the drain? A clot’s Never A Gain.
                              And though dunes will remain, a grave’s Never A Gain.
                              
                              Global war, so insane, provides Never A Gain,
                              whether Gaza, Ukraine, death deals Never A Gain.
                              In that graveyard domain, regret’s Never A Gain
                              and a soul’s reddened stain’s also Never A Gain.

Can we learn from the slain that war’s Never A Gain?
YES!!!
Since it’s Never A Gain... 
                                           well then, Never Again!

© 2025 Terry O'Leary


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Terry O'Leary
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