Together they march
Towards a battle of theirs
Some ready and strong
Others feeling like it's wrong
Here comes the enemy
Swords out, bows drawn
The clash begins, metal rings
Now death the angel sings
What started the fighting?
Is it our fault or theirs?
Why spill brother’s blood
And then lay sisters in the mud
A sword in the ground
A mother’s love now sorrow
An arrow through the head
A father’s pride let go
We fight and kill without cause
Playing as God’s executioner
Murder not justified
Life and love denied
We’re all the same
Born to live and prosper
It’s all a fight for survival
A damn deadman’s carnival
It’s for the entertainment
For ourselves and each other
To spill the blood of humans
And all for one’s amusement
A leader lamenting his defeat
A catastrophe begins to commence
A ruler grinning and laughing
A body unknown, life worthless
- Author: Burtle ( Offline)
- Published: May 9th, 2016 10:48
- Comment from author about the poem: A little bit of satire about war.
- Category: Unclassified
- Views: 32
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