The Way of War
War, it isn’t what it used to be
it never was.
Memories are not preserved by history
merely edited, distorted, diminished.
War, it isn’t what they wish it to be.
Intimidation edits objections, distorts reality and illusion
and diminishes objectivity
the way a lion edits a herd of gazelle
the way a flawed mirror distorts reflection
the way baldness diminishes hair.
The effect becomes the cause.
Lives become resources that are squandered and depleted
to attain the higher good
of a privileged few.
Gallant and heroic efforts are recorded in books
a self-ingratiating pandering to the resources,
the way large game animal heads are mounted
and displayed high on the wall of an exclusive club.
Nations and cultures are liberated from their resources
and their liberty.
War is true in the sense that it creates facts.
Copyright © James Friske | Year Posted 2022
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