The Gore Of A WarA Poem by Michael Opoku-Addo
Abort the mission, abort the war,
if there is nothing left, what is to fight for? We are destroying cities, countries, communities, we may win but our heart is full of impurities. What if our hometown crashed and burned? Will only then will we have learned that war doesn't help anyone, not your wife, daughter or son? To all evil people who think war is good, go and get lost, i'm not in the mood, to deal with sinister people who resort to war, when there are people out there, living through blood and gore. How do you think guys forced out there feel? If I was out there, i'd hurl up my meal, let alone women fighters, not all as strong as men, used to shoe shopping, now hiding in a den. In conclusion war is bad, it doesn't help anyone, especially the mother waiting for news about her son. They called her up yesterday, "a bullet to the head," they said, but they didn't confirm death, so she has been waiting in dread, but her little old heart couldn't take it anymore, and she collapsed down dead on the kitchen floor. She went to heaven, knocked on God's door, even though her son lived through the blood and gore.
© 2013 Michael Opoku-AddoAuthor's Note
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