Futile (a poem about war)

A Poem by KT

A poem about how modern day war is futile.

Futile.

War can be started with words or actions,
War is the aftermath of an aftermath,
Dozens, thousands, millions and more,
All absorbed in a hatred we call war.

Bang bang and ablaze, the weapons fire,
Fighting for one single opinion,
A neither right or wrong desire.

A glistening badge for a limbless survivor,
Who deserved more compensation than a bloody kneed minor.
Fabricated uniforms representing your countries,
Told to fight for what you believe in,
Even happened in the naughties.

Oh our leader, our God,
Please give us the glory,
Of destroying a monument,
Of the whole world’s story.

Explosions and bombing to make the whole world queer,
End the world with a war cry,
To the power of nuclear.

Hear the grand national anthem,
To worship the dead,
There was no such thing as unscathed,
In your hospital bed.

Nationality is a label which has been stereotyped,
Decades of discrimination which had the whole world hyped,
Religion is a belief,
Which will be disagreed on,
Causing so much grief that everyone pissed on.

So wave your flag to the beat of the war drums,
Left and right,
Fire and charge,
Awaiting your death here till dawn comes.

It's peaceful and quiet,
A internationally preferred way,
Please here my cry as to try and keep it this way.

Im sure we'd all love to stop,
Pretend it's a family game of charade,
But the world never turned out on top.

A man made cause of emotional hatred,
When life gives you lemons it's not appreciated,

The whole world is guilty,
Even you and I,
From the iron core below,
The the heavens in the sky.

If war is now,
We are going to loose Mother Nature and the Earth,
Why do we waste it away from our feet on the turf?

War, just like the song,
What is it good for?
For showing how strong a belief is,
That's what for.

So now I'll end this poem,
Before it waffles on,
About the world and the war,
And the human beings it tore.