Fecked Phone

Dial dial lost in time
Call up all the lost sailors
On their sunken ship
Give Earhart a call
Way out past the atoll
Contact the ghosts
From all the wars
Contact all the evil dictators
And ask them this:
Were all their bloody wars worth it?
The financial cost, the blood and destruction
But we cannot call them
For the dead remain dead
And new wars erupt
By generals and leaders
Who want their golden glory
Five minutes of fame 
And a new war
And a new battle
And a thousand new deaths
Call them and ask them:
Why?


New Dawn 2971
Nick Armbrister and other authors/poets/writers
Copyright © | Year Posted 2020

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