Ares' Region
If hell is the place
to deprive men of their human nature
the battlefield swarming with dehumanized souls
is hell; and is in the real world,
hell is the hungry stray dogs licking blood on corpses
and vultures ingurgitating rotten flesh from the corpses scattered
around on the ruins; then, it would be the place where Ares reigns.
The cowardly Ares always conceals himself
behind the madness of the battle cry: enjoys watching
the sparks flying; swords crossing; he drives warriors into
harm’s way; binding their fear; imposing military order, exploiting
the absolute ranking system.
Ares compels them to exchange their only life
given by their mother with a piece of rotten earth
covering their terror-stricken soul with the flag named Patriotism
there is no friend or enemy in a momentary lulled battleground
you won’t see a friend or enemy, except dead or alive,
however, dead ones won’t say a word because they are dead
while alive ones groan and moan and cry out a beast’s howl
and in a such battleground, in the ruins where the time ceased
to move
a mother sobs while gathering her son’s scattered remains,
the mother searches for the son’s victimized soul,
becoming a waning moon in this solemn moment.
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Su Ben | Year Posted 2015
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