Excuse For War
Think of the man,
Imprisoned for his faith,
Think of the dead,
who no longer have a face.
Neither, can alter,
Their future or their fate.
Many of us, may falter,
before reaching, heaven's gate.
Ponder on the refugee,
Deemed to have no right,
Dwell on the suffering
Of innocents in flight.
Condemned by yet, another war,
Forced to leave their home,
It has happened, Many times before,
They all are forced to Roam.
Children, mother's, babies,
With nowhere else to run,
Crippled, dead, or dying,
By the bomb, or by the gun.
Our country's make those weapons,
Can we justify our role,
They sear the flesh, of all our sons,
And blast our very soul.
We salve the guilt, by saying,
We cannot be held to account,
We don't count the dead or dying,
Only the fiscal amount.
It was not us, who pulled the trigger,
Well that is a feeble excuse,
Go tell that to the graveyard digger
Who buries the bodies, from war's abuse.
Copyright © Damian Cranney | Year Posted 2022
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