Desert sands.. call all hands got a lot of guns.. gonna get attention.. get famous have some
fun.. fame a game not the same.. as seconds turn to years.. delusion strikes in fear.. as fanatics scream through tears..
I sit here.. think on our leader.. defined man of peace.. every day.. lives are saved.. when no drones are released.. hungover lack of wartime dollars.. hollers from the past.. fools came with another war.. yelled ‘war for peace at last’..
Peaceful here I understand my hand to do no wrong.. poem critique speaks of freaks.. soul puts lyric to song.. smells exotic.. oil of dollars.. save a child this day.. history shows folks suffer.. when war takes love away..
I can almost hear them as they plan.. to talk it through.. attracting news.. views.. politics.. dream what they will do.. setting bad example.. is it all they know?.. to rattle fences.. cages senses.. in the ‘bloody show’..
Ten thousand cheer the millions.. over questioned why?.. rattle of a battle.. flags.. bands march.. maidens sigh.. quickly moved to silence.. primal deep inside.. when the millions clearly.. hear an infant cry..
Thought.. ‘getting past the ‘Gestalt’ shock of cruelty and pretense found in something so cruel as deadly weapons used against countrymen.. I know.. every day that we can constrain ourselves from intervention.. is another day we take no lives.. is another day these confused people can reap the ‘results’ of their actions.. right in selfish character they do not have to share any of it.. Media is news but unfortunately it appears to and does.. validate the destruction nihilist fanatics are doing.. further it brings the strong commitment to one that appears a ‘victim’ .. a ”dark horse’.. called that name right or wrong.. memory.. concerning how and why wars are.. become largely ignored in the celebration at war’s end.. thus memory does not seem to be a consideration for many.. peace.. though not quite as exciting.. brings more of the same’..