Harmonic Combat

The bodies of war get thrown together and mashed,

All lives, separated and slashed,

The floor littered with flesh, casings, and ash. 

The screams of men, of mortars, of rifles and hand guns.

You forget, these are our American sons. 

The gunshots that silence all thoughts,

Sound almost like a threatening,

Harmful symphony. 

Forward they all go, without question.

Onward they row, toward opposition. 

And while Hemingway wrote about a Corona,

A volley gun,

Of lethal "grapeshot",

Might not be the aureole of today,

But if life is lived this way,

Then let us just say,

"Our reason, isn't treason."

To not give in,

To continue to live in,

This hell of reality.

The bodies of war,

Of hate,

Of aggression and oppression,
PTSD requiring a therapy session,

Drugs that help but cause obsession,

And I write to keep stressin',

My point.

That I do not need the point of a bullet,

To get through to you, 

I just need the point of a pencil,

To tell you that while our soldiers may be men,

And our men may be strong,

But I think we are all in the wrong.

Why have we been in the Middle East?
Is it because,

They are all "horrible beasts"?

When everyone wants to get out?

To flee and leave?

Even when many have shown doubt?

Is it because we don't know when to quit?

Because the more we push and pull,

The more throats get slit,

And the more this world,

Turns into a black hole.

For those that wish or change,

What should we do?

Rearrange?

In twenty years,

Will freedom and liberty and peace be obsolete?

Replaced by hate and terrorism?

Nobody will have any right,

Because the world is always in a fight,

And I can't sleep at night.

Because I know somebody else is wide eyed with fright,

Something needs to change,

Or give in.

So, my question to you is this,

Will we change the questions we ask,

Will we change what we do,

Or will we lose the right to question,

And finally reap, what we have sewn?

Author's Note

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Reviews

[Wyrn Tiger]

the opening is really caching and you are right the world is a black hole that sucks at you.