Conflict Factory

Conflict Factory

A Poem by The Poet of Black Wings

Stuck in an endless war.
One where causes and factions
Don't matter.
We'll fight over anything.
Whether it be
Our gods
Or our prides.
We'll fight over
Reds versus blues
If it keeps the
Bullets going.

They kept the
Fires burning,
Just to keep their
Wallets growing.
Blurred our vision
So that all we see
Is something different
Than someone the same.
Turned our loves into
Fears, and our
Homes into cells.

Keeping us separated so
We don't speak
Or hear eachother
As we cry out in agony.
Turning everything around
So that we're the only
Men. We're the only
Women. The only
Real human's left
Crawling on
Our mother's blood Stained
Back!
Making us forget,
That our monsters,
Are just like
U.S.

© 2016 The Poet of Black Wings


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Added on June 22, 2016
Last Updated on June 22, 2016
Tags: War, human, monsters

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The Poet of Black Wings
The Poet of Black Wings

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