You torture their existence, aloneness thy friend
When there is nothing to live for, to die for or defend.
A skeleton carcass their anchor and creed
What satisfy your hunger that you commit this vile dead?
No distinction between children, mother or goat
When gunfire reeks with a dust storm and coats
The sunset in blood, with anger and hate
Is this then your promise, your own countries fate?
When last was there hope and sunrises clear
Where children could laugh and grandparents near
Where you could remember a single day's peace
Without UN forces and rescue missions to appease
The people who cared for and build this here dirt road
That now leads to nowhere just mountainous abodes
As children be taught to shoot a gun instead
As they lightly through minefields learn how to tread.
Is there no repentance or compassion in your soul?
That you preach this revulsion for humans unknown
When amputated limbs is witness to their live
And the time that you stole between husband and wife.
And when this is over will they still chant your name
As they heal the wounds and care for the insane?
That your holy war brought for centuries to last
When all they are thankful for is that your reign has past.
Will then, War Leader, have war quench your desire
For power and glory and gun men for hire?
How many a son have you lost of late?
With a special remembrance, their names on a slate.
Then will you look yonder on desert and lake
Be proud of the scars that your missiles have made
And will rest this yearning for battle and fame
For will your god then remember your name?
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Dandelions In The Wind
PoetryThere are a lot of reasons why people write. For me it has always been like an addiction, a reporting on the world and therapy. People are my greatest inspiration and God created so many variants and flavours that we would always have something to...
