The Cost of War

A high price paid when war declared,
Peace retreats when no wisdom spared.
Deaf to reason and foresight blind,
Blood and battle plagues mankind.

Lives are shattered once begun,
Death of legions profits none.
Except the mongers perched on high,
Who reap rewards while good men die.

Shipped abroad on foreign waters,
Pawns are made of sons and daughters.
Fought with sheer determination,
And affects each generation.

Bullets fly while parents weeping,
Bombs will drop while children sleeping.
A body count's sad conclusion,
Carnage marks this mad confusion.

There's remnants from every nation,
Who sought for emancipation.
When will we feel the final sting,
And when at last will freedom ring?

An endless clash where no one wins,
So who will pay for all our sins?
The price of peace you can't ignore,
But what's the total cost of war?
Copyright © | Year Posted 2023

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Lawless Avatar
June 21, 2023 at 4:21 AM
Sadly, it seems the debt must be repaid by every generation
Freie Avatar
June 21, 2023 at 5:19 PM
Thanks John, you're right. For a species that claims to be the most intelligent on Earth, you'd think we'd figure out by now that war only creates more victims and future soldiers. But as long as nations make a profit from it, the battle will continue.
John Avatar
June 21, 2023 at 2:39 AM
And both sides believe they're right. Each side believes a god thing is listening - but to each fighting side, each side that punishes the other? I read so many poems about war - and this one is exceptional - and find myself wondering whether life is worth it. Oh, but it is worth it when we read good poems, so thank you for this one!
Freie Avatar
June 21, 2023 at 5:37 PM
I hear you Andrew, every side feels justified in sacrificing their pawns. It's like they say, the elderly start wars and the young die in them. As long as we remain on the monetary system and nations profit from them, wars will continue to be waged. I too ask myself whether it's worth being a part of such a pathetic species as ours from time to time, but I just focus on trying to be a better person today than I was yesterday. Maybe if we live by example and embrace the morals we know to be true, it might become contagious and spread like COVID. I generally think the majority of people are good at heart, but it seems that too many assholes are running things and screwing it up for the rest of us. Thanks for the positive feedback little brother.
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