No Reason To Die

Black Oil (A Sonnet) A first world country loads its planes with death encased in steel, Sent to rain its deadly load on innocents and old. A politician’s pride at stake, because he said he would; Some poor man’s son will die this day, so a politician could. No president’s son will see the front and die in foreign fields, And as the hands of time move on, the politicians make their deals. Their grievances long forgot, engraved on cenotaphs in foreign lands, Your family’s names are etched in stone by history’s hands. The history books will tell how two nations went to war, Because of black oil drawn from a well, a cause we can’t ignore. Yet in the silence of the night, the echoes still remain, Of lives lost and dreams shattered, a never-ending pain. So let us learn from past mistakes, and strive for peace instead, To end the cycle of despair, and heal the wounds once bled.