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POW

The solider knelt,

knees in the dirt,

tired of the hurt.

For months they held him

P.O.W.

Only for an end

like this.

 

The smooth cold circle on his neck.

His captors said he was an example

for those who might think of freedom

Now just knees in the dirt.

Different from the dirt

on the farm back home.

This dirt yielded no crops

It only held the dead from rising up.

 

A purple flower blossomed.

Just below his eye

It bloomed, wilted and ran,

down his cheek.

He looked down

as if to examine a spot on his collar,

just before he leaned forward and kissed

the dirt in front of him.

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Enemies

Out here in the sand

when you don’t know who’s the Enemy and who’s a friend

and it f**ks with your head,

It’s hard to tell

What you’re fighting for

By the fourth tour,

When you’ve seen the Enemy’s father ask

“Why have you Killed my son?”

then you come and you tell Me

Who won


save me

sitting in the dark

waiting for the sun

that will never come

dreams turn to sand

slipping through your hands

the wind wiping wildly

through your long and unkempt hair

naked as a baby

dressed and gone to war

please somebody save me

from the shadows

outside my door


War

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


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