Gods Design
We send them off to foreign lands
With all they own in their hands
Forced to trek across barren sands
Blindly follow their given commands.
What’s the purpose… is it right?
What does it serve… when we fight
Is it simply… a warrior’s delight
And now it looks… no end in sight.
We’ve fought and taken another hill
Look how easy it’s become to kill
They say it’s done for God’s will
And as routine… as taking a pill.
Then one day… they will return
From the land and the trees they burn
Fuse with society they’ll have to learn
How well they adjust is of concern.
As they age tales will be told
The idea of war is then sold
As a way of life in the fold
Forever the people remain controlled.
I will never understand mankind
Sometimes we appear so blind
Revert to violence we are so inclined
Perhaps this was… in God’s design.
By Greg Stanley
Entry in "Another Chance To Swing Poetry Contest"
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