War poem

Two children are born in a desert somewhere

One called here 

The other called there 

And here is okay, he’s pretty and kind 

But there is a monster, he’s sick in his mind 

Here has a dog, and knows birds are for eating 

But there eats dogs, and thinks birds are for keeping 

So here builds a city to protect his people 

But the shadow is cast over there form the steeple 

Climb from the church, protect here from evil 

And there says listen 

You’re blocking the sun

Here says you deserve it for all that you’ve done 

So there throws a rope to topple the tower 

Here retaliates with extraordinary power 

And here rains down all the fire from hell

And burns all the crop and dries up the well 

And there’s some confusion of whos defending themselves 

And here has some books about that in his shelf 

But there has no pen and nobody to tell 

If it reads black and white it’s probably red 

And the living determine the truth of the dead 

There’s always a feeling of being deceived 

And here’s an idea that you choose to believe in 

Is soul determined by where it was born 

The language it spoke?

Or the skin that is worn?

Or we all just text in varying fonts?

The same word imprinted with all the same wants 

And safety 

And dreams of family and trees 

And children and peace and honey and wheat 

But here has a promise it needs you to keep 

Just kneel at his flag and he’ll give you the dream 

Just promise you’ll fight whenever he needs 

Cuz there has to die for our living in peace 

It goes on like this for years and years 

Here says it’s okay there’s nothing to fear 

Just do as i say, god’s guidance is clear 

And when you get to heaven i’ll be there, i mean here 

Reviews

[GlendaK]

Oh! Man! What a genius piece of work! (Hehe, I love the final line.)

What can I say that hasn't already been nicely said?

It's neither here nor there, I fear the others are quite dead.