The Wages of War
The Wages of War
Sewing machine,long idle, gathered dust
Cannot recall a time it played a role
To create all crisp army uniforms
And send off all young warriors to their death
When they had died more hours to sew
Not know their names just the quantity cost
Lost was the cause just a bottom line theme
for years to come and the end of all dreams
The war years seem like only yesterday
I greedily persued my fruitless task
My wealth had grown as well as my girth
Did not take note of those warring times but
I lost two brothers and Uncle Jermaine
Then my health had waned as well as my brain
Forgetting the heroes who died in vain
I lived in a vacuum and lost the spark
The candle sputtered, spent and all was dark
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April26, 2018
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