On a day when the heart steals the thoughts from the mind
anguishes brutality is not complying to the passing of time
I moved among these relics yielding death with destruction
deadly daggers making cadavers from inventive construction
Standing before this soldier the body was broken from the disorder
for me, no flag really came come to mind, not yours and not mine.
Cannon blast to carpet bomb bombardment its death on installment
confusion to illusion aggressor to the agitator reckless nomenclature
Man learned to fly who knew such death would come from the sky
fighters banking right bombs away, flank guns have something to say
Bullets blackening the sky the howitzers concentration makes you cry
barrage batter battalions provocation, booby traps with imagination
With radar on patrol, somebody better give the Red Cross a call
warplane fighting warheads a missile name Sam said you’re dead
Counterattack, countermand the counteroffensive will not stand
pointless to me killing each other it must not be, let’s talk and see
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Such a powerful poem on the brutality and senselessness of war.
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Thank you so much I’m a history buff and war has always been about the greed of a few paid for by the many.
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