Someones son is dying
right this immediate second of now..
and his General wraps his meaty iron fist
around the all-mighty oil-soaked dollar.
  An apex jungle-predator won't kill
for pleasure or amusement; 
  Even when hopelessly entangled
in the shimmering, dew-wet death
of a spiders web; 
  The spider, knowing it has no use 
for what has surrendered to its entrapment,
releases its prey not out of mercy, or sorrow..
but out of the calm calculus of reason.
  What then of this war? 
To quench the beasts' blood lust
of un-satisfiable desire?
  A revolution is growing silently 
in numbers, behind the backs
suckling from the tit of self destruction
and greed.
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justanotherscreename's picture

This is a really good poem.

This is a really good poem. Although I do not fully agree with this negative outlook on war; the driving factors war are easier believed to be evil and greedy since that outlook faults the loss of loved ones to evils in the world. Of course the underlying cause of war is greed, but people are not created equal. We all have different abilities and desires. Those who are stronger can over power those who are weaker. In the animal kingdom this is called the food chain. War is more humane than this. We come together to protect each others beliefs, freedoms, and rights. A warless world is impossible, not without trading the freedoms we have to do and believe what we wish. The "calculus of reason" (love the words you chose) would lead us to believe a warless world would be the ideal situation, but it would also raise communism over a republic. Equality for all gives you no hope. Hope has no place in logical thought but it is required to bring satisfaction to life.

“Well," said Pooh, "what I like best," and then he had to stop and think. Because although Eating Honey was a very good thing to do, there was a moment just before you began to eat it which was better than when you were, but he didn't know what it was called.” 
― A.A. Milne, Winnie-the-Pooh

 Anticipation, the most immediate form of hope. So easy to understand, but only grazes the surface. As lack of hope destroys the ideal paper communistic society, lack of freedom destroys a warless utopia. "Well why can't we be free an have no war?" We are not all created equal, we are not clones. Those with power and strength will use it to manipulate their will onto others. And why shouldn't they? They have every right to just as a beautiful woman is praised for her beauty. War is inevitable, just make sure you are protecting your own beliefs and not those imposed on you. I realize I have typed more than I should have. Anyways I enjoyed reading this. The poem no doubt delivers the message in a powerful way. 

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Wow what a view of the world; I hope these actions calm down soon rather than intensifies. Your poem certainly packs a punch, is very dramatically designed and adept at summing up it's violent grossness. Liked to read your poem, although it's content speaks straight forwardly of today's modern hectic and often violent outbreaks. The creation of this poem is really good, the poem made for a very good read.

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really unfortunate. The only thing that will ever make it all stop is acceptance, love, and peace. The power hungry will never get their fill, no matter the expense..and its tragic because those decisions are made for us, not by us..and we have no say in the matter. Sooner or later, one voice will grow to 50, and 50 to 50,000... but then reality his you like a giant metal can only happen if we make it happen, and its way easier to just conform.