Wednesday, October 7, 2009

The stain of war

A Patriot, with tear dimmed eyes, may cheer when death rains from the skies

And slaughters those which do contend, and stand their ground till the fatal end

Our hearts are torn when those we know, are treated harsh and tortured so

Then marched before a hateful crowd, which taunts and prods while cursing loud

Agreements made say treat them well, regardless if your life's been hell

Revenge is what our Demons crave, no mercy shown, no life we'll save

Why does war change decent men, leave an empty space where hearts had been

And blind their eyes to misery, then turn their heads while blood runs free

I hate to think, "I'm one of those", but the blood of war stains all our clothes

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