Profits of War

Don't get my wrong I support our troops, Just not the war.

We plunder the weak.

The blood drips from cracks and leaks.

Killing the poor.

The dead lay on the cold floor.

It’s for the profits of war.

Nothing gained, Nothing earned, Nothing More.

A city blazed in fire.

Fat cats and leader drown in there lies.

Fight for freedom.

What freedom? And for what reason?.

It’s for the profits of war.

Nothing gained, Nothing earned, Nothing More.

The devil is knocking on your door.

It’s the profits of war.


Craig Edwards

Reviews

[costa siwale]

Indeed! For the profits of war..its a destructive and pointless endeavor were the innocent suffer the most, only to comfort ourselves that we have won, imagine! People die and winners are declared. An awesome poem Craig, well written

[Craig John Edwards]

I'm glad you liked it, thank you for taking the time to review!