Warrior Hearts

I listened
   heard in disbelief
   the glorification of a liar and a thief.
I paused in this interlude
   feeling the praise was misused
   and then I scanned the crowd
   blank eyes, minds within a shroud
      none shouting truth aloud.
 All was quiet
   here along the western front
   marginalized by corrupted stunts,
     the rants and raves
      the cowards unafraid;
voices rose
   the hail of war unclothed
   in hate and anger, no longer loathed
     bullets, missiles, bombs laid down in droves, 
      followed by admiration, praise disclosed.
A haughtiness of destructive force
   forged across a liar's greedy course
   hidden in deceit by the elite
      war in forever repeat
       purposes indiscrete.
I listened and I prayed
  for the coming of a brand new day
  when warriors lay down their blades
      rest at peace
       beneath the smoke and shade.
I scanned the world that God had made
   fearful and ashamed
   at the haughtiness of a foolishness of men
       who began another war again
       always now never then.
 







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