Conflict

Conflict

 

The wind sweeps silently across the open ground

Little stands in the way of its erosion

The cement aircraft bunkers whistle in their stance

No activity, no movement, nothing

 

The years have been hard on the landscape

But still the bunkers stand

      Waiting for the next conflict          

Waiting for the next war!

 

Silent in its nature the cold war

Kills from within

Hot are the metal storms of hate

Real work for the devil

 

Economic dissolution a bankers delight

Yet the driving factor for all wars

The more complicated the dissolution

The greater the conflict

 

The patriot will die for the public

They have set their souls on it

Those needing the killing of others

In order to maintain a standard of living

 

There is no difference in modern war

Than the cause of past wars

People through their leaders

Wanting something they cannot find elsewhere

 

There is no greater war

Than the present one

Children crying for their fathers gone

Mothers knowing what hate will bring

 

Children growing into soldiers

Their cause unrelated to justice

Strike out to revenge

Their father’s death

 

No father there to teach them

That revenge never bring happiness

Never bring life where none will never

Grow

Reviews

[Ed Hart]

yes...people have to keep saying these things...just so it's out there, and we can be reminded...thank you

[TL Boehm]

resonant. My father in law was a B17 bombadier....I found this poignant - yet real. Like a chill wind on an autumn day...it carries weight. Well penned