by | Jul 21, 2007 | Poetry | 0 comments

Some write about the glory of war
How euphoric it can be
They charged into the Valley of Death
The foe they could not see
Then with a roar like thunder
They’re torn limb from limb
Screaming men and horses
It’s all a terrible sin.

War shouldn’t be portrayed
As a great and gallant deed
But told as it really is…
The truth, is a must, is a need.
For when a war is fought
Both soldier and civilian man
Are killed for the sake of killing
For that is the enemy’s plan.

They want to be more powerful
To show their strength and might
To kill and maim and bomb and tame
To put everyone to fright.
And when it is all over
The widows grieve and cry.
While I sit here and ponder
Oh why, oh why, oh why?


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