Progression?
Knowledge,
was sharpened by the awful years of war,
doubt,
was profound, but left at the door,
obligations,
had little importance indeed,
experience,
needed to enhance the greed,
too much happens in war,
life so young and in death it’s sealed,
so much soul-lost on that battle field,
meetings become torture,
torture becomes reality,
cease-fire as little as they can,
countries don’t kill countries,
Man kills Man.
Progression?
Digression?
Who Could ever understand?
Copyright © Frank F. Atanacio | Year Posted 2009
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