Warzone

by Sam M. Phillips

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The conditions here

Are deplorable,

I feel fear,

How am I able

To stay sane

When my brain

Lights up with blood

Cascading in a flood?

.

Mud and flies,

Sane man denies

The calamity,

Insane man sees

The reality.

.

This gritty warzone

Sinks deep into bone,

We’re all alone,

Except for death,

Every breath

I take may be my last.

.

Cannon blast,

Can’t fathom task,

It’s too much to ask

Of a man,

How can he stay sane

Without being blind to the pain?

.

The strain is too much to bear,

Thousand yard stare,

We should be aware

There’s no need to do this.

.

I miss home,

Let this poem

Reach out to where

People treat me with care,

Dare we oppose

Those that send us to die?

.

Defy them and ask, ‘Why

Is it treason

To need a better reason

To join the legion

Of the living dead?’

.

They fill my head

With propaganda

I don’t believe,

I know they deceive,

I don’t receive

Their good intentions.

.

World tensions

Are not mine to relieve,

So leave me alone,

I do not condone

Your mass murder,

You crass herder

Of men.

.

You depend

On our consent,

For our will to be bent

To the destruction of an enemy

That also has a family,

A life and a desire for liberty.

.

This strife you cause between

Us is your sick dream,

An endless stream

Of men dying,

Complying to your will

To obey you and to kill.

.

They can slay and still

There will be those

That peacefully oppose

The hate that grows

In the hearts of the blind.

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