Planes everywhere,
just all equipped with bombs.
Prepare, prepare,
as they soar through the palms.
Innocent children,
in the hands of their mother,
buried ten feet beneath the ground,
every long-lost lover.
Newborns seeing
what wasn’t meant to be seen,
every human being,
and all the gunshots in between.
Reload, reload,
shot after shot,
decayed bodies on the road,
and all the memories left to rot.
Military soldiers
training for war,
pushing around boulders,
blood washing up on the shore.
“Training for war,” is what they said,
not killing a nation.
All the lies they were fed,
not killing a country and all its population.
That’s what they said.
Isn’t that what they said?
Governors, presidents,
wars declared by Congress
all the citizens and residents,
countries so boundless,
so provocative and belligerent,
their goals are clearly evident.
War here and there,
as if we’re in a game,
left their bodies to flare
just for the fame.
Planes everywhere,
war after war.
What’s there left to spare
when they’re all beneath the floor?
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~c.y (Pseudonym) (
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Comments2
War leaves little to be proud of and little to live for. Both sides losers. Nicely written
I appreciate it
Nicely written
Thank you
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