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This is War
Blackened windows encase the skyline
Screams of horror to enrage the innocent
Stand and fight against your own
The shadows loom on the sidewalk
Children shiver as gunfire races
Blood pouring into the streets
Imitating a violent tsunami
Mothers screaming to their deaf gods
Bodies of sons piling in the streets
Chaos lurking its waking eyes
The innocent become tyrannical
Defense becomes a lust for power
A lust for power drives into blood
The thirst of blood slams lust
Bloodlust prevailing over all
All is lost in the cycle of hatred
The war continues on
Suited men bellowing bullshit
Ignorant people believing the suited
The suited controlling our sons fates
They send them into death
The useless battle rages on
I sit and envelop confusion
Worry encasing me
I'm held by responsibility
Doubt and guilt rape my sleep
Do I answer the call of war
Dare I stand and fight for bullshit
My head is pounding
Slowly I've been guilted into the art of war
I've become a killer
More lies from the suited spill out
The bullshit rains in my head
I vanish to oblivion to kill to maim
I've learned the art of killing myself
Shattered myself to kill the innocent
Their screams echoing in my ears
I long for the silence I once had
My guilty conscious raining its terror
Plagued by my internal drive
I move on the field to slay
The suited lied I awake in realization
I'm not coming home says my paper
That paper was my last ticket to freedom
Now it washes away with the tide
Bidded to stay I long for the end
A no man's war
Am I doomed to stay forever
I believe I will never get home
what is the repentence of war in spite
of the sounded peace in it's plight!
very sweet poem about a sweet and strange war..liked the way you expressed professionally... let me me tell you that how the war to be won... here is my say...( a friendly smile is the best weapon of war to fight with..afzal shauq) hope you like my work too...