| Another Poem: Horrors of War Ordos 45 [email protected] Horrors of War. There are so many. If only I had a penny for every one. I'd be the richest person under the Sun. Horrors of War. The ambush. The blood of the unsuspecting flying. The death of veterans and of kids just arriving. Horrors of War. The invasion. The enemy knows your coming. And then meets you with heavy fire. You cannot win until they tire. Horrors of War. The innocent deaths. They didn't mean to kill the civilians they say. While the enemy shouts yay. The darkness of good has been revealed. The layer of self righteousness has been peeled. So now those innocents are gone? That's just wrong. They never did anything to you. Except maybe throw a shoe. So why is it they are the first to die? Probably because they cannot resist. They are like a harmless cyst. But now the bodies are hidden in the mist. So who really is good and who is bad? Will we ever no without becoming mad? The good can be bad and the bad can be good. Its all part of the Brotherhood. The Brotherhood of War. The bond that all soldiers share, no matter where they are, or what language they speak. There is no right or wrong in war. War has never been pretty. And do not think it will start now. For we have all seen what we are up against. And we shall never crush all terrorists. For they are like cockroaches. Impossible to kill. So look on the bright side. You may not have to kill. Even if strife is now part of life. The battle lines are now blurred. There is no true front line. Civilians and military are hand in hand. Blended together as never before. For the single purpose of war. We must not break down... We must not cry... Most importantly we must not die. We must fight as never before. To end this unending war. Fear may have been planted in our minds. But not in our hearts. Because if it comes down to life or death... We will choose the strife of life. To strive, to seek, and not to yield in this war. Terrorism may meet its end one day. But we shall all be on the mend... As war has no true end. Maybe that is the true horror of war. |