War
Oh, this opera of hatred
composed by men
who do not know the pain
of our forced participation!
The cresendos of our cries
and explosions of our lives
bring thunderous applause
and the victors stand up -
with smiling high-fives they
congratulate each other
on a superb performance.
Copyright © David De La Croes | Year Posted 2013
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