Will George Poet War

War!

The mortal mind is shot in frame;

Desolate the field and desolate the soul.

The nightmares of the living are the dreams of the dead.

Unspeakable are the horrors, left where they no longer tread.

Hell is in the hands of men;

Ruthless and tyrannical,

The simplest of individuals are sacrificed,

Cannon fodder for the Ego.

War is for political gain;

It is also economic!

Reduced populations concentrate wealth.

Ideology is not the primary motive.

There are monsters in high places.

These threaten the daily life.

They threaten the mere existence

Of individuals who merely wish to live.

All men, women and children are entitled to live.

They deserve succour and sufficient food;

Shelter should not be withheld,

Dreams should be encouraged.

Many have fallen through the years.

They have been starved of all essential humanitarian needs.

The most cruel have no sense of compassion;

They should suffer the same fate.

Guns kill, as do people.

Irresponsible is the use of both.

Battered egos and trampled minds strike out;

Blunt instruments wielded piteously.

When will this all stop?

Where are the brave to defend Justice?

How many innocents will be sacrificed?

Who will keep a tally?