![]() How Does One Decide to Declare War?A Poem by Constance![]() How does ONE decide to declare war? Hmmmm...![]() How does one decide to declare war? Not a fight, or a battle, or skirmish, a WAR Bombs on cities, children crying, dead, afraid Blood running in the gutters, houses burned Belongings carted off by looters and soldiers Bits of blown up heroes in mass graves rotting The stench and the suffering of thousands... How does one decide to declare war?
Is it over a dispute with a foreign ruler? Then, you destroy the people, and he lives Crouched within a cave, cowering in fear Carefully hiding himself while citizens suffer Children who went out to play, never return Carloads of travelers find the roadside bombs The target laughs at your stupidity as you Have just controlled his overpopulation for him
Is it because you want their resources too? Soldiers and civilians' lives spent for oil or food... Oh, I'm sure you'll deny that this is true On up past the end, the bodies piled up Only casualties of necessity for more more more Obviously a cause for declaring war, it seems Yet no one likes to say, "We fight for greed" Instead, you say, "Golden opportunity"- same thing
Do you declare war to show you are strong? Are you playing John Wayne, with your six-gun? Then why don't you join up, hit the front line? That's what you should do! Get your kevlar suit Tank up on bullets and pack a submachine gun Trusting the other troops to save their king Just like in the days of old, the true rulers... If you want a war, fight in it, and prove it's just
Do you think you'd declare war if you or your kin Had to be the first onto the field, until all of you Were stone dead lying on some foreign hill? Widows left sobbing at a memorial in Washington Windows dark where you used to live and dream Why wouldn't you want to declare a war then? As vital as your own... only proving that life is not Something that you deserve if you want this war
Where is the proof of your justifications? You know.. Weapons of mass destruction? The nuke-you-lar bombs? Where are the mustard gas, the anthrax, and the plots? The only plots I see are the burial plots of their men and ours Dotting the landscape of what was the cradle of civilization Now a no-man's land, where civilization is being torn asunder It echoes through the night, across the world, and fear Becomes new again, in the hearts of the underlings you keep Who want to know what it is that makes one decide to declare War
© 2008 ConstanceAuthor's Note
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2 Reviews Added on July 9, 2008 Author![]() ConstanceA Small Town in, KSAboutI write about my past, my own real experiences. Even my poetry is inspired by my life. I was, I suppose, born writing, making up stories and rhymes from about when I started to speak, but had to wait .. more..Writing
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