I choke when I hear
the bodies thrown
to the hungry jaws of war
always chewing
without a stomach
just a tube
that feeds them right back in again
Uniforms get all mixed together
in that blender
buttons come off
and Velcro names
get jumbled together
like magnetic letters on a fridge.
Right or wrong
its hell
and call me naive
but that's the way I feel.
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2 comments:
I totally agree. I hate war.
Why can't everyone just get along?
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