pounding
sounding in the distance
the drumroll starts,
feel it Beckoning
to your heart.
Drums, Drums,
the Wolves of War
Blood and Iron, sword and
Thundering Roar,
Slaughter, hands
slick with Gore!
Moving to
the drumroll of War,
Glory, Death and Murder-joy,
Come now lad,
off my boy!
Kill, stab, burn, Destroy!
Off we go boys, to
answer War!
Drums, drums!
rolling in your Heart,
don’t you want to
do your Part?
The acrid smell of
Gunpowder wakes Demons
in your Heart!
The Flames climb high
and homesteads Burn
Grab a women,
Take a turn!
Brutalize, Rape, Hurt, Take!
Drums, Drums!
The Animal call!
Screaming, grieving,
Pulling us All
A Maelstrom of Devastation!
an ignorant people’s Manipulated
Frustration
Drums, Drums,
Booming, Dooming
Land and body,
Spirit and Mind,
and tender feelings
Stripped from inside;
Drumrolls of War
Spilling over the Hills,
But
it’s Humankind
who Kills
Original Poetry 
March 16th, 2012 at 3:49 pm
The rhythm and content of this poem is very striking. Makes me think of the story of the American soldier who recently massacred those civilians in Afghanistan. It’s the same violent story and the same monster we’ve been creating over and over in the history of humankind. Very well done.
March 18th, 2012 at 5:31 pm
I appreciate your input, thank you so much for reading! I wrote this poem mostly about how War is a part of human nature that we cannot escape, but also how most want to break away from it we just can’t
March 19th, 2012 at 6:51 pm
Check this out Marco,
http://rollingdownrodeo.wordpress.com/2012/03/13/the-big-shake-off/