Poems Of The Third Order

War

Don't say a word

The war of worlds

The world is war

Who knows how many casualties this will yield

A whole generation lost

Sent home full of shell shock

The gears will turn

We are the cogs

What's the point

Please someone explain this concept

Is it the art of war

Or is it the destruction of life

Does it give us liberty

Or stab her in the back

Is it honorable

Or hang in shame

For once words are useless

Lines have been drawn

Lives are burned

Misery is born

There's no mercy

You're in no man's land now

The medics don't heal the pain in our hearts

Faith only goes so far

But it looks like the only worship is to weapons of mass destruction

I can't write away the drones

Or the blood on our hands

We've been quiet for to wrong

The bloods on our hands

There is no longer peace in our world

this is War