An Ode To Weary War

Within the stand where armies hide with little but sticks and stones come forces too large to abide who’ve traveled far from home. Armed to the teeth with planes and tanks they’re here to garner wealth for when the rebels meet their end they’ll be little need for thanks and certainly none for stealth and little left but corpses to attend. Civil war bring the vultures out in men the mercenaries who fight for gold the corporate war mongers rush to attend The starving do as they’re told for why not fight for mother land and die for those left behind a bullets death is easier than wasting and is what man’s honor demands If only, if only, man was less unkind less prone too warring and debasing.