When The Bullets FlyA Poem by The Iron HorsemanAn observation on the pointlessness of war and the increasing levels of terrorist violence in today's world.
When the guns come out and the bullets start flying, And the blood begins to flow, and people start dying, You need to take a step back, and ask yourself why, Is there any good reason for people to die?
There are certainly monsters in need of killing, And there are always men who are more than willing, To murder innocents in the name of a cause, Or to slaughter millions in acquisitive wars.
When you scale it down to the personal level, Is it the nature of man or the work of the Devil? The cycle of violence is driven by passion and greed, By those who covet far more than they need.
Historically and increasingly it is about religious fanatics, Who preach holy writ while building bombs in their attics. Unable to tolerate different beliefs, They murder the innocent, cause nothing but grief.
Each day brings news of another atrocity, Mass murders committed with increasing ferocity, The mindless need to spread fear and death, Making it ever harder to draw a calming breath.
As for the men of violence, what have they won? You cannot get love at the point of a gun. Their reward for spreading terror and hate, Is a hole in the ground and the eternal wait. © 2017 The Iron Horseman
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14 Reviews Added on January 20, 2018 Last Updated on March 17, 2018 Tags: war, terrorism, darkness, greed, atrocities, pointlessness, futility, death, violence, politics AuthorThe Iron HorsemanCanadaAboutAspiring new writer. I enjoy writing stories, poems and song lyrics. In fact most of my poems are song lyrics! All constructive input is welcome. If you think something sucks, tell me so. I won't be o.. more..Writing
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