Lust For War
As a child I feared the battles strong
Where men did gamble with their lives
The instant they grabbed their gun,
Stepped into unified garment,
And marched out onto the desert plain,
Grassy plain, mountainous plain,
Wherever their corps
And their destiny would take them.
Man after man fought the patriotic fight
For one who could never speak,
Never give thanks, condolences,
Or plain comments to her fighters,
Her heroes, her martyrs, her history.
I feared all this when I was young
For my father went and joined these men
And fought for the one besieged in war,
The lady who went far and wide,
From oceans to lakes, rivers, to valleys,
Mountains, trees,
And stretched to the sun.
My father found his final slumber in her bosom;
He slept with her, and she took him from his wife,
From me, from humanity.
I hated, feared, war as a child.
But, many years later, I fell in love
With the woman who had taken my father
Along with thousands and thousands of others
She had seduced and slept with,
And dragged to their final slumber.
I knew all about this, but still
The force of love drew me further
And deeper towards her.
Yes, I fought for my country, the whore
Who took thousands for her own good
And pleased some when proving
A benefit to her conveniences.
Years passed, I fought
For the love of my wondrous country
Still risking life at every twist and turn
For the feeling of patriotic pride.
I disliked myself for many years
Because I discovered, that in these long days,
I was falling for the war,
Not just falling in deepest love,
But nearing each day closer to Death
With each battle I fought.
Death and War, a man and a woman, had
Made deals, agreements, committing
War�s delivery of man to Death,
Since the day millions of years ago
When they shook the others hand,
They started the wars where the deal
Was fulfilled, the promises were kept,
And almost all were winners�
Except for man.
He pledged his life away to fight for
War�s woman, and did not end triumphant,
But at a great loss, losing hope, life,
And fulfilling the demands of the man Death.
Few years after fighting in wars
I returned on a trip to my mother
Who loved to see me, missing her man
Who had cheated on her with the
Woman of the Country, the Woman of War,
The Woman of Patriotic Pride.
And when I arrived she also scorned,
For she did not wish to see her oldest of two
Die in an assumed blaze of glory
Out on the Great Battlefields of Earth.
She kissed me on both cheeks, as to say
�Please, leave the wars, stay with me,
Live life to your highest potential�.
Of course, being in love with War,
I refused, and she was hurt, but she understood.
She only wished for my safe journey, and
An eventual return home.
I rode off on my horse, a strong beast,
Powerful, beautiful, and as black as the tar
From the barren streets.
My horse let out neighs when he saw the danger,
And I didn�t seem to see it,
But when the gunfire erupted from behind
The desolate buildings,
I realized it; my horse, hit by the forceful,
Powerful, deadly, lethal bullets,
Staggered back, whinnied, and fell dead
Upon the bleak and battle-marred road.
I came down with the horse,
He fell on my leg, crushed it, broke every part
Of it, immobilized me.
I watched the firing squad come out
Wielding their weapons of war,
With murderous expressions on their
Deadly, unforgiving faces.
I knew they were here to kill me.
My trembling hands gripped
The cold hard steel of the handgun
In my shirt pocket; I pointed, I shot,
Not caring whom, just any one
Of those gun-carrying bastards
Who would not just fight for their country,
But kill for their country,
Kill with delighted passion as their
Gleeful murders would be fulfilled,
They would kill for the same woman
That I passionately loved and fought for.
So I fired, one, two, three,
Out of a handful of men
Came a sea of red; they weren�t thinking
I would catch them off guard,
After all, they thought, just one ordinary man,
One ordinary soldier, easily dealt with,
Easily disposed of.
No, no, I was different,
I could strike back in a second,
Like the cornered snake,
Never corner the snake, he will bite,
He will kill, his fangs will sink deep
Inside your tough body, the poison
Will go to all imaginable depths,
And you will die a painful death.
I turned my back to the sea of red
Now flowing through the city streets
Almost like a raging river,
Through it all, I ran.
My mind drifted back to times
On the front line, where we charged the enemy,
Where we were armed to the teeth,
Where we were vicious, uncontrollable savages,
Then a flash! I was sitting up by the cannon,
The black weapon with the most power,
A steel ball loaded into a steel tube,
What powers could we harness here?
The fire travelled down the string,
The explosion came from the tube,
And the ball launched itself to great distances
Away from us.
It crashed into the enemy lines.
I saw one man that got hit,
The ball hit him square in the chest,
First knocking the wind from him,
Then crushing his ribs, his lungs,
Sending part of his body flying into people
Behind him; the ball got them next.
My general laughed, an evil laugh?
I wasn�t truly sure, but then I found myself
Standing on the cannon, screaming
Unintelligible cries to the barbarians
Across the scorched field,
Hoping that they would just disappear,
Die, fade out of existence,
Not make a mark upon our fair Earth anymore.
A flash! I was back in reality,
And I was fleeing from the raging sea of red,
And they were firing after me,
A few were sprinting after,
Screaming that they would take me down.
I wasn�t truly scared, I could accept destiny,
A man serving his time in war,
Serving the lady,
Being the lady�s knight, her protector.
No-lies! The lady of the country had no
Defender, no protector.
I saw my mother,
And she just wanted me home;
�You will die in battle,� she said,
And I knew she was right,
But I said that I had done it,
I had fought for the country,
I had fought for the lady,
I would die for the lady,
But I had become intimate with her,
I did love her, and through the
Passionate night, I took her quietly,
I fucked her, the lady of my country,
I had fallen for her, and my love
Was soon pure lust, for a woman who
Would not truly love any man.
All I wanted now was the passionate sex,
The love was gone, everyone could know that.
Now all that was left was a silver piece, a bullet
Of metal to take my life, as I ran from the soldiers.
The lady lay in my arms, not breathing,
I had killed her scarcely minutes ago,
But altogether all of our soldiers had
Killed Mother War,
And I would not be celebrating,
For I would be travelling home in a coffin,
With a bullet in my brain.
Now I understand completely
Why I was scared of war as a child.