War

War

These days I see in only shades of grey,
Those memories from past are violent true.
The severed ends of my unifrom fray,
These battle scars I now begin to rue.

Todays conflicts should not be solved with guns,
To end the lives for which we had once fought.
And in some armys it's the one who runs,
Who by his own commander will be shot.

Down in the trenches how are we to know,
Out of all of the men in tattered rags.
Which of these men to us is friend or foe,
We know not lest they dawn our body bags.

Mass murderes reap rewards of great rank.
Great generals have never fought in war.
They just take their fat check up to the bank,
And sit in huts untill their rear is sore.

So the people who wish to dawn a gun,
Beware the wars you fight will not be fun.

warmensonnet

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