Political Aims
Around the world the bombs are flying.
Political aims. Political lying.
Treaties are friendships, or so they’re implying;
As long as all parties are meekly complying.
Self-interested means, are always belying
The truth of the war; the truth underlying.
And we’ll call them soldiers, those men who are dying.
Not daddy, not brother, nor son, cause we’re trying
To ignore the sounds of hushed motherly crying.
So, “grateful nation”, why aren’t we decrying,
The barter of life, for the prizes they’re eyeing;
Those men in their suits who never stop lying;
Deceiving and scheming and constantly spying?
Now I lift my pen, and with ink that’s yet drying,
In glossy black verse, unjust wars I’m defying
Political aims. Political lying.
While around the world the bombs are still flying.
Preston Graham
04/16/15
Entry for I, Icon
Copyright © The Grahamburglar | Year Posted 2015
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