All But Few

The aggress surrenders But death lingers Impeded by damned souls Clutching to their final breath The flailing limbs Now lethargic Severed, scattered Men languished Not by will, but war A storm of clouded judgement Summoned by the tyrannic gods of war With cryptic intent But greedily akin Riddled beyond sin A relentless hail of gore An ocean for pawns to drown in And the kings with battleships To rule absolutely Remorseless beyond doubt Or second thoughts Behold the mighty catharsis Cleansing of the weak armed, The weak willed, The weak minded, Blindly follow the call In hopes of glory Or in a mindless delusion of good will Hopes and dreams gone amiss A lingering kiss From those who care Does he dare To kiss back? Was he not already dead The moment they lied to him? What good is living free, Without a life to lead? Freedom from this cursed realm Full of pain and grievance Is that what they spoke of? Freedom of a kind But not near as welcome as the other All but few, cease to live Those who yearn to live The man who cherish thy loved ones And hold them close Need not be sad nor morose And they be not cowards For the braver man fights his anger And sees from other eyes Unbeknownst to him He listens to reason Not accuse brothers of treason Or cowardice for doing what is true Would you? For a wise man once said “No”, and lost his head