Poetry | War Against Everybody

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Are you still innocent as I used to be when they told you there are things more important in life than life itself, and you believed them. Did you go to war for a cause bigger than making peace with yourself? Maybe you have, maybe you haven’t, but every day a new war proposed, planned, marketed to the masses and sold, and on to the next war. Bids getting higher as causes rage like eternal fire. Maybe, that’s where the idea of hell came from. Everything we have discovered or invented in our history has been used to destroy everybody, and we forget sometimes that we are also part of everybody.

Poem | War Against Everybody

Wars against tyranny
Ward fought for dignity
Wars to ensure prosperity
Wars to foster industry
Wars against everybody
Wars against you and me

Who has the longest fuse
The most hatred loaded tubes
Anyone can start the fight
But who has the power
To have it go on…
Not your armory of morals
Nor my arsenal of words
Have ever been enough
To reap the most souls
My words, your thoughts are mortal
The greed for more is indestructible

You’re not out there to kill a man
War has never been so simple
You’re out there to get what you can
The bones a heap rising high
The earth below your feet rumbles
Who can feed the dark side of humankind
Is it a man dying of hunger…
You and I are but the fuel
Set ablaze to smolder
And prayers long have been written
To preside over your ash and mine
Our coexistence has been entangled
Yet never intertwined
For those who have a heart are gone
And heartless minds are at their prime

Don’t sing a song
Feel high enough
To wage somebody else’s war
War has to start with fools
Like you and me
But we have always been too poor
To make it last forever.

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