1923 – 1924

In Nineteen-hundred and twenty-three and four,

The Nobel Peace Prize was not given as an award.

The prize money went to a Special fund, allocated,

To further Peace research, to perpetuate it.

Meanwhile, Nansen continued refugee-processing,

Shocked by the disinterest of the majority.

“I see the suffering people of Europe bleeding

To death on deserted battlefields after conflicts

Which to a great extent were not their own,” saying,

“This is the outcome of the lust for power,

The imperialism, the militarism that have run amok

Across the Earth. . . Where is the remedy to be sought?”

The efforts of diplomats and politicians he felt were for nought,

But men’s salvation might be found in hard work’s hours.

Published by June Edvenson

I'm a writer and poet, also an American attorney. I live and work in Norway. I enjoy a part-time consulting practice while I appreciate having the time to write poetry and non-fiction, travel, paint and draw. I love nature, writing, cultural touring, and photography, and hope to publish these poems one day as a book.

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