Child Sized Hearts for Child Sized Coffins

war is hell, and why the hell are we even in this war?

I wonder how often a child is sent home in a coffin.

they tell us the situation is grave,

that we have to fight.

But what for,

When every night

we've buried five more.

And at first light

to even the score

they'll go after the enemy just like before.

Laying down their lives for a political w***e

on whose hands drips the blood of the corps.

While he's making decisions on some distant shore.

Well they don't work for you anymore!

 

I wonder how often a child is sent home in a coffin.

They tell us the situation is grave.

They call this war, this sure isn't life.

this isn't any way for us to die.

You've said before we will survive,

So play your drums and placid fifes.

Because one day soon, your army

will be made upof only

broken widows and shattered wives.

Because they're the only ones left alive.

But they're only waiting for god to arrive.

 

I wonder how often a child is sent home in a coffin.

They tell us the situation is grave.

Well, we refuse to be enslaved,

after all we gave

to this monster, fully mad and all depraved,

that we elected so he would save.

All he's done is rant and rave.

 

I hope he isn't waiting for our wills to soften

or he'll be the one going home in a coffin.

Reviews

[C.E.Grey]

Awesome dude!

[BlessedLove]

Brilliant! I admire this piece! so vivid...so bold...so truthful!

[Tamme]

Your words are so sharp. Especially the last couple in each stanza. They felt as you gave them with a punch. I like repetition as it reminds me of the situation. We are told the same things over and over but not one step closer to a solution than we were five years ago.

[Shelby Taylor]

Wow all i can say it this poem i amazing i like everything in this pome

[Kaye]

I like the way you repeat the first and second lines throughout the poem. It adds so much emphasis.
I also like the way you avoided just saying exactly what the poem is about straight out, it makes people want to believe in what you're saying when you don't shove it in their face.
It's a really deep poem written in a way that seems almost... whimsical? I'm not sure exactly how to describe it. I love the voice. It's sad, but resolved.
Very nice. ^^
Just be sure to check for typos before you post a poem! You had two notable ones, "When" in the fifth line is missing the "n" and the third line from the bottom "doesn't" is missing the "t"

[Tonya (the Night Writer..]

That is sad. Everyone that is sent off to war was someone's baby. I like your play on the word "grave" to have two meanings.

[Alyssa Dufresne]

Loved the last line...

[PENS FOR PEACE /TJ CALI..]

This poem was very good! War is hell either on a battle field or in one's mind. Vert creative and artistic!
Keep writing from your soul, for your soul!