War

you're not supposed to like it!

Dropping bombs, does that please?
Chemicals, in the breeze
Small children crying, dying, lying
By the roadside, limbs flying
Ammunition pounding, a people into devastation
Frustration
Mothers crying, governments lying
And no one trying
To care
For its all far off, happening over there

The land is poisoned, until it bleeds
Slowly all life recedes
Depleted uranium shell casings
Guarantee the devastation
Will last many a generation
Children being torn apart
Limb from limb, how can this be?
Savage butchery is not an art
It merely makes us depart
From our humanity!

Did I mention children dying, mothers crying
Such sorrow and tragic grief overlying
Our hearts

Reviews

[Kathy Van Kurin]

"War"
Marcus,
Our present reality here in the west is different in the struggles we deal with. For those dealing with the harshest of physical loss and trauma; tv educates us as if in third person but not one on one. It is a shocking to the sensibilities to realize that it is people just like us who are dieing in ways beyond what any or many of us can even comprehend.
Good to be reminded sometimes of the what our brothers and sisters elsewhere are going through. Hard to respond to this subject but felt I should try.
blessings,
Kathy

[Bear]

You have a talent of enlightening (play on words, sorry it is a habit of mine, my one word protests) dark subjects. The living nightmare of war is so vulgar you would think mankind would be so reviled by it that it would be a thing of the past not a daily possibility. I like dark poetry so thank you for posting, I have enjoyed reading your work this morning.

[thewholesoul]

powerful, graphic and emotional with a moral outcry for our humanity. great piece. only quib, i hope you don't mind, when i was reading the poem line 15 interrupted the flow a little. but great piece nonetheless, i love anti war poetry!

[marcus]

War sucks! There is no glory in it.
And criticism is always welcomed, how else can we improve!

[thewholesoul]

well said marcus, i aint going quietly into the night, we need truth telling these days unafraid to speak out, call a spade a spade, without fear from their families or peers or governemnt overlords. be well my friend. just read over it again, it is a very gripping poem and the brepetition of certain ideas really drives the moral message home for me.

[marcus]

I had to fit the depleted uranium shell casings in there, bloody americans!

[micky]

Wow this is ur best poem yet....intense.powerful breath taking...im speechless right now

[marcus]

thanks, I wanted it to make an impact