War without end
Category: Poems
Current mood:  disappointed

I can’t see the desired end. Forever doomed to lose my friends.

And I can’t hear the call they do. To the war they feel they must see through.

No I can’t think of worse affair than the war they’ll fight both here and there.

And I do fear for my own sons, a war that never ends with bombs and guns.

No I can’t abide by the star spangled eyes of the patriots for mine have died.

War pigs root and and rip up the land leaving what’s left in war torn hands.

This long war I had made my own but it must end for my seeds to grow.

Don’t take my boys, send me again. Anything but this war without end.